I found white powder in the juice my father-in-law gave me late at night, so I quietly switched the glasses.

I pressed my back against the closet wall and held my breath.

Through the cracked door, I watched the light under my bedroom door.

Arthur was in there.

With Chloe.

And he had no idea.

Thirty seconds passed.

Then a minute.

Then I heard it.

A sharp gasp.

A stumble.

Then Arthur's voice—low and confused at first, then rising fast.

"What— Chloe?

What are you doing in here?!"

Chloe didn't answer.

She was still out cold.

"CHLOE."

His voice cracked.

I heard him moving around the room, frantic now, no longer quiet, no longer controlled.

Something knocked against the nightstand.

Then silence.

Then his footsteps crossed the floor and my bedroom door swung open hard.

Arthur stood in the hallway, chest heaving, eyes wild.

He looked left.

He looked right.

He didn't see me.

But I saw him clearly.

And my phone was still recording.

He pulled his own phone from his pocket and dialed.

"It went wrong," he whispered.

"She wasn't in the room.

I don't know where she went."

A pause.

Then a voice on the other end—calm, female, familiar.

My stomach dropped.

I knew that voice.

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What Rebecca heard next stopped her cold — and the person on that phone was the last one she ever expected.

DAD LAUGHED at me in front of the entire chapel and told me to walk down...

DAD LAUGHED at me in front of the entire chapel and told me to walk down the aisle by myself because I was marrying a nobody.

My parents threw me out on Christmas morning.

"Your mother isn't sick, Maya.

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Chapter 2: The Voice on the Other End