Alexander Abigail, who had been leaning back in her chair with a thoughtful expression, suddenly straightened. "Is there anything else?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "Any other unresolved issues you've been dealing with?" I frowned. "What?" She squinted at me. "You seem more relaxed to me. Should we go over everything again? In case you want to talk about something else?" For a split second, I thought she meant the case, and our joint investigations. I figured maybe she had remembered something, some clue we had missed. Without thinking twice, I got up, and walked over to the corner of the living room where I kept a stack of files. Pulling a few out, I flipped through them quickly, checking for anything we hadn't discussed yet before bringing them back to the table. I handed them over to her, and that was when I saw it; Abigail was holding them upside down. Not just that; she was staring at them like she was actually trying to make sense of them, blinking a few times as
Abigail I woke up with a dull ache in my head and a heavy warmth draped over me. Blinking groggily, I shifted on the couch, my body protesting the awkward position I had apparently been sleeping in. My fingers curled into soft fabric that was smooth and looked expensive. Looking at it properly, I saw it was a manâs coat. I sat up quickly, immediately regretting the sudden movement as my head throbbed in response. Pushing my hair out of my face, I took a moment to gather my bearings. The room around me was unfamiliar at first, and for a brief, disorienting second, I didnât know where I was. Then, it came back to me. I had come here to meet Alexander. We had talked. We had eaten. We hadâĶ drank. I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. How had I fallen asleep? When had I fallen asleep? Surely I couldnât have drunk that much? The coat bunched around my lap as I shifted, the scent of expensive cologne and something distinctly Alexander clinging to it. My cheeks heated as I rea
Abigail Even though I had agreed to see Liam, I found myself trying to worm my way out of it before I had even finished my breakfast. âI should probably head home and change first,â I said to Alexander, brushing invisible crumbs from my lap. âIâll meet you back here or at the place once Iâm ready. Whichever's better.â It was a solid excuse, one that was both practical and reasonable. No one in their right mind would walk into a hospital still dressed in yesterdayâs clothes, and I wasnât about to show up looking like Iâd spent the night passed out on someoneâs couch. But Alexander didnât even blink. Instead, he reached down and set a small shopping bag in front of me. âThereâs no need for that,â he said. I hesitated, eyeing the bag like it might bite. Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Still, I reached for it, pulling the opening apart to peek inside. Neatly folded within was an outfit; a simple blouse in a soft cream color, paired with slim black trousers and a lightweight beig
Abigail The facility Liam was being kept in was called Ridgeway Wellness Center, and if I hadnât known better, I would have thought we had pulled up to a luxury retreat rather than a rehabilitation center. The building itself was discreet, modern but not flashy, and clearly designed to blend in rather than draw attention. Even the entrance was unassuming, hidden behind a row of neatly trimmed trees, giving the impression of privacy. I had half-expected Alexander to stash Liam away in some run-down place, somewhere fitting for a man who had made so many mistakes, but he hadnât. He had brought him here. It must be my imagination that my eyes were burning as we stepped inside. The lobby was bright, clean, and quiet. The soft scent of antiseptic mixed with something fresher, like lavender, filled the air. A nurse stood at the reception desk, a man in his forties with neatly combed hair and a professional but friendly demeanor. He looked up as we entered, and immediately, something in h
Abigail "I hope you mean that," Alexander said, taking a step towards the bed. Liamâs hands shook as he nodded, his fingers curling into the bedsheets. I held my breath, bracing myself, knowing whatever came next wouldnât be easy to hear. âWhen did it really start?â Alexander pressed, his voice firm. âThe gambling, the drugsâĶ they didnât just start when you met Marceline, did they? Youâd already been sinking long before that.â Liam swallowed hard, guilt flashing in his bloodshot eyes. He lowered his head. âNo. It started before.â I exhaled slowly, a bitter weight settling in my chest. Liam squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, as if steeling himself, before speaking again. âIt started with...Conrad.â I stiffened at the name, my hands clenching in my lap. Just the mention of his name sent a flash of anger down my spine. âThe first time I asked him for money, I was hesitant,â Liam admitted. âI knew you already felt indebted to him for helping with Momâs hospital bills, Bee
Abigail I couldn't take it anymore. Everything Liam had said so far, every word, had been an excuse. I hadnât wanted to say it, had tried to keep my emotions in check, but the words slipped past my lips before I could stop them. âAll of thisâĶ all of it, Liam, is just you making excuses.â Liamâs eyes widened slightly, as if he hadnât expected me to say that. But I couldnât stop now. âYouâve told me about the gambling, the debts, the deals you made, but you still havenât explained why you helped Susanna hurt me. Your own sister.â My voice shook with anger and hurt. âAnd what about Mom, Liam? You havenât even mentioned her. Havenât even said her name. Do you even care that we still don't know where she is?â I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling quickly. âAnd you havenât even apologized,â I whispered, shaking my head. âNot once.â Liam stared at me after my outburst, something dark and ugly flashing in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists. Then, in an instant, he
Abigail Liam moved closer, his shoulders shaking, his face wet with tears. His eyes were desperate as he reached out, trying to wrap his arms around me in an embrace. I turned my body away, just enough to avoid him. His arms hung in the air for a second before he let them drop. He sniffled loudly, his breath coming in short, unsteady bursts. I swallowed hard, forcing down the emotions rushing through me. âLiam,â I said quietly, my voice steadier than I expected. âThat man you saw speaking with Marceline and Conrad, who was he?â Liam wiped his face roughly, blinking at me in confusion. âI told you already,â he mumbled. âI donât know.â I didnât believe him. Maybe he didnât have a name, but Liam wasnât stupid. He had spent time around Aaron, the man who had led him into this mess. There was no way he hadnât overheard something, some kind of detail that could clue me in. I narrowed my eyes. âLiam, think.â He shook his head, his movements jerky. âI...I donât know anything
Abigail The elevator ride down was silent. I barely registered the soft chime announcing each floor as we descended, nor the polished steel doors reflecting my pale face back at me. My mind was spinning, turning over the name Ravenbrook like a stone in my palm, searching for familiarity in its edges and weight. Where had I heard it before? It clung to me, refusing to let go, like a whisper just out of reach. Beside me, Alexander stood still, his hands in his pockets, but I could feel his gaze lingering on me. He was watching me closely. I wasnât sure if it was concern or curiosity at my quietness, but I had no space in my mind to dwell on it. I could only focus on Ravenbrook. There was something stirring in my memory, faint but persistent. By the time we stepped into the hospitalâs lobby and moved toward the parking lot, my hands had curled into fists. The answer was there. I could feel it. I slid into the passenger seat of Alexanderâs car, fastening my seatbelt automatica
Susanna I stirred awake to the sound of slow, rhythmic breathing beside me, the weight of an arm slung over my waist. My head felt thick with exhaustion, my limbs sore in ways I didnât care to think about. For a long moment, I lay still, staring at the ceiling of the garish motel room, the golden swirls on red wallpaper filling me with distaste. Where am I? The question drifted through my half-conscious mind before memory came rushing back, hitting me like a slap to the face. Oh. Right. Disgust twisted my expression. I shoved the arm off me, wincing at the soreness in my lower back as I sat up. The movement jostled the man beside me, and he made a groggy sound before blinking awake. He turned his head towards me, his lips stretching into a lazy, leering grin. "Mm," he hummed, eyes roaming over my body, shameless despite the crust of sleep still clinging to his lashes. "You havenât lost your touch, sweetheart. If anything, youâre even better than before." I scowled, n
Abigail It had been hours since Alexander and I arrived at Ravenbrook, since I had first stepped into this decrepit house with my heart pounding and my hopes soaring against my better judgment. I had been so sure. After hearing Liam say the name, and seeing the terror on his face when he whispered it, I had believed with every part of me that my mother would be here. That I would find her at last. That all of this suffering, all of the waiting, all of the agonizing weeks spent wondering if she was alive or dead, had been leading to this moment. And yet, all I had to show for my hope was nothing. No signs of life. No whispers of her presence. No misplaced object, no forgotten article of clothing, no single trace that a woman who had once been the most important person in my world had ever been here at all. I had searched everywhere. The bedrooms, the bathrooms, the library, the study. I had torn through dusty closets, rummaged through abandoned drawers, even pressed my hand agai
Abigail The elevator ride down was silent. I barely registered the soft chime announcing each floor as we descended, nor the polished steel doors reflecting my pale face back at me. My mind was spinning, turning over the name Ravenbrook like a stone in my palm, searching for familiarity in its edges and weight. Where had I heard it before? It clung to me, refusing to let go, like a whisper just out of reach. Beside me, Alexander stood still, his hands in his pockets, but I could feel his gaze lingering on me. He was watching me closely. I wasnât sure if it was concern or curiosity at my quietness, but I had no space in my mind to dwell on it. I could only focus on Ravenbrook. There was something stirring in my memory, faint but persistent. By the time we stepped into the hospitalâs lobby and moved toward the parking lot, my hands had curled into fists. The answer was there. I could feel it. I slid into the passenger seat of Alexanderâs car, fastening my seatbelt automatica
Abigail Liam moved closer, his shoulders shaking, his face wet with tears. His eyes were desperate as he reached out, trying to wrap his arms around me in an embrace. I turned my body away, just enough to avoid him. His arms hung in the air for a second before he let them drop. He sniffled loudly, his breath coming in short, unsteady bursts. I swallowed hard, forcing down the emotions rushing through me. âLiam,â I said quietly, my voice steadier than I expected. âThat man you saw speaking with Marceline and Conrad, who was he?â Liam wiped his face roughly, blinking at me in confusion. âI told you already,â he mumbled. âI donât know.â I didnât believe him. Maybe he didnât have a name, but Liam wasnât stupid. He had spent time around Aaron, the man who had led him into this mess. There was no way he hadnât overheard something, some kind of detail that could clue me in. I narrowed my eyes. âLiam, think.â He shook his head, his movements jerky. âI...I donât know anything
Abigail I couldn't take it anymore. Everything Liam had said so far, every word, had been an excuse. I hadnât wanted to say it, had tried to keep my emotions in check, but the words slipped past my lips before I could stop them. âAll of thisâĶ all of it, Liam, is just you making excuses.â Liamâs eyes widened slightly, as if he hadnât expected me to say that. But I couldnât stop now. âYouâve told me about the gambling, the debts, the deals you made, but you still havenât explained why you helped Susanna hurt me. Your own sister.â My voice shook with anger and hurt. âAnd what about Mom, Liam? You havenât even mentioned her. Havenât even said her name. Do you even care that we still don't know where she is?â I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling quickly. âAnd you havenât even apologized,â I whispered, shaking my head. âNot once.â Liam stared at me after my outburst, something dark and ugly flashing in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists. Then, in an instant, he
Abigail "I hope you mean that," Alexander said, taking a step towards the bed. Liamâs hands shook as he nodded, his fingers curling into the bedsheets. I held my breath, bracing myself, knowing whatever came next wouldnât be easy to hear. âWhen did it really start?â Alexander pressed, his voice firm. âThe gambling, the drugsâĶ they didnât just start when you met Marceline, did they? Youâd already been sinking long before that.â Liam swallowed hard, guilt flashing in his bloodshot eyes. He lowered his head. âNo. It started before.â I exhaled slowly, a bitter weight settling in my chest. Liam squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, as if steeling himself, before speaking again. âIt started with...Conrad.â I stiffened at the name, my hands clenching in my lap. Just the mention of his name sent a flash of anger down my spine. âThe first time I asked him for money, I was hesitant,â Liam admitted. âI knew you already felt indebted to him for helping with Momâs hospital bills, Bee
Abigail The facility Liam was being kept in was called Ridgeway Wellness Center, and if I hadnât known better, I would have thought we had pulled up to a luxury retreat rather than a rehabilitation center. The building itself was discreet, modern but not flashy, and clearly designed to blend in rather than draw attention. Even the entrance was unassuming, hidden behind a row of neatly trimmed trees, giving the impression of privacy. I had half-expected Alexander to stash Liam away in some run-down place, somewhere fitting for a man who had made so many mistakes, but he hadnât. He had brought him here. It must be my imagination that my eyes were burning as we stepped inside. The lobby was bright, clean, and quiet. The soft scent of antiseptic mixed with something fresher, like lavender, filled the air. A nurse stood at the reception desk, a man in his forties with neatly combed hair and a professional but friendly demeanor. He looked up as we entered, and immediately, something in h
Abigail Even though I had agreed to see Liam, I found myself trying to worm my way out of it before I had even finished my breakfast. âI should probably head home and change first,â I said to Alexander, brushing invisible crumbs from my lap. âIâll meet you back here or at the place once Iâm ready. Whichever's better.â It was a solid excuse, one that was both practical and reasonable. No one in their right mind would walk into a hospital still dressed in yesterdayâs clothes, and I wasnât about to show up looking like Iâd spent the night passed out on someoneâs couch. But Alexander didnât even blink. Instead, he reached down and set a small shopping bag in front of me. âThereâs no need for that,â he said. I hesitated, eyeing the bag like it might bite. Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Still, I reached for it, pulling the opening apart to peek inside. Neatly folded within was an outfit; a simple blouse in a soft cream color, paired with slim black trousers and a lightweight beig
Abigail I woke up with a dull ache in my head and a heavy warmth draped over me. Blinking groggily, I shifted on the couch, my body protesting the awkward position I had apparently been sleeping in. My fingers curled into soft fabric that was smooth and looked expensive. Looking at it properly, I saw it was a manâs coat. I sat up quickly, immediately regretting the sudden movement as my head throbbed in response. Pushing my hair out of my face, I took a moment to gather my bearings. The room around me was unfamiliar at first, and for a brief, disorienting second, I didnât know where I was. Then, it came back to me. I had come here to meet Alexander. We had talked. We had eaten. We hadâĶ drank. I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. How had I fallen asleep? When had I fallen asleep? Surely I couldnât have drunk that much? The coat bunched around my lap as I shifted, the scent of expensive cologne and something distinctly Alexander clinging to it. My cheeks heated as I rea