Rhys set the tablet between us and pressed play, and my husband’s voice, and my sister’s, came out of it into that little locker, and I made myself sit still and listen to two people I had loved discuss my death like a scheduling problem.

Chapter 9 — The Confession

“You’re sure she couldn’t get out?” That was Sabine’s voice first, light, almost bored.

And then Callum, with a low, satisfied laugh I had heard a hundred times across a hundred dinners and never once understood.

“I wired the belt to the frame myself.

A weightlifter couldn’t have pulled it loose.

And her brother can’t even stand up out of a chair.

There was no getting out of that car.”