I spend my nights keeping strangers alive.

Did they truly imagine I would not know how to fight for my own?

Chapter 12 — Airtight

The legal destruction of Blake and Danielle was, in the end, exactly as thorough as Ivan and I had promised each other it would be at his kitchen table that first morning, because they had built the case against themselves and all we had to do was collect it.

Faced with the mountain of evidence Ivan compiled — the tablet logs documenting their arrangement, the forensic trail of the offshore accounts, and, most damning of all, the physical evidence of the lock that had been installed on the outside of a five-year-old’s bedroom door — Blake’s expensive defense team collapsed before the preliminary hearing even began.