I didn’t deny that I’d built myself a way out.

I only declined to accept that I’d made him do a single one of the things the footage showed.

Chapter 14 — The Spoon

Because he wanted to know when the trap was built, I’ll tell you.

It was built one year earlier, at a holiday dinner, over a serving spoon.

I had cooked for six hours that day — a full feast, twenty people, most of them Corinna’s relations.