She could collect the prize, hand him a share, and pretend she hadn’t heard a thing. That was what the old Abigail would have done.

But something had come loose behind that hospital door.

She opened a blank notebook and wrote three questions. How much has he lied to me? How much money has he taken from me? How far would he go if he knew I’d won?

Before she finished the third, a message arrived from a number she didn’t recognize.

Mrs. Riley, please don’t tell Spencer about the lottery yet. There’s something much worse you need to know.

It was signed: Naomi.