“And we have every single encrypted text message from you, Celeste.

The ones where you told my pregnant daughter she needed to ‘just disappear’ before the baby ruined Evan’s future.

The ones where you suggested what pills she might take to make it look like an accident.”

Celeste stumbled backward, her heel catching on the uneven stone.

“That’s a lie! You’re making this up!”

Evan reached out and seized her wrist, his grip so brutal she let out a sharp cry of pain.

“Shut up, Celeste,” he hissed, his eyes darting frantically toward the church exits.