She wanted me to sit in that room and feel the full weight of my aloneness, to understand that I had no one, that there was no cavalry, that a woman without family is a woman without recourse.

And this, more than the theft of the passport, more than even the canceled flight I had not yet learned about, was Evelyn’s true message: you are alone, and alone means powerless, and now you will learn what that costs.

She was about to learn how wrong she was.

Chapter 4 — Calculated Malice

I was sitting on the edge of the mattress, staring at the two notes, when the room phone shrilled, startling me.

It was the receptionist.