This was something that had been planned.

Chapter 3 — Let’s See Who Comes for You Now

When I made my way back up to the suite, numb, a member of the housekeeping staff was waiting with a second note, which she said had been found on the floor near the door.

This one was not in Julian’s handwriting.

It was in the bold, aggressive, unmistakable hand of my mother-in-law, Evelyn.

And it consisted of a single sentence, chosen, I understood, with precision, aimed at the exact center of the one wound she knew I could not defend. Let’s see who comes for you now.