Chapter 23

The next morning, Erica awoke with a sense of resolve. She had been preparing herself mentally for what was to come, and today was the day she would take the next step. She knew she couldn't let Ophelia, King, or anyone else get ahead of her. The old, reactive Erica was gone. Now, she was in control.

After dressing in a black leather jacket and fitted jeans, Erica strapped the small handgun to her waist and hid it under her jacket. The concealed weapon gave her a sense of comfort—a reminder that she wasn’t helpless. She would face her enemies head-on, but on her terms.

She walked downstairs, and the nurse greeted her with a concerned look. "Are you sure you should be moving around this much? You’re still healing."

"I’m fine," Erica said with a reassuring smile. "I’m stronger than I look."

The nurse nodded but didn’t look convinced. Erica brushed past her and grabbed her keys. She was headed to Jonathan’s estate today. She needed answers, and there was no one better to provide them tha