My mother’s words followed me long after she left the room.
He needs me to stay dead.
I wanted answers. I wanted to grab Isabella and demand every ugly truth she had kept from me, but she had shut down again.
She claimed there were things she could not explain without evidence because Arthur would deny everything if she confronted him without proof.
I hated it.
I was tired of secrets and half-truths, but for now, there was nothing I could do except wait.
The following morning, I walked into Evans Global with my head held high.
Nobody gasped this time, which I considered progress. People still stared, but at least nobody looked like they were about to call an exorcist.
“Morning, Miss Evans,” Sophie said nervously from reception.
“Morning, Sophie.”
She hesitated before adding, “The
