He simply showed her exactly how much power he had over all of us.

He knew our mother’s daily routine.

He knew the heart medication she took and the schedule she took it on.

And he told Rachel, calmly, that if she breathed a word to anyone, our mother would have a fatal accidental overdose, and no one would ever be able to prove otherwise.

So he had my sister.

He forced her to forge my signature onto a life insurance rider — the one that would pay out when I died.

But Rachel, terrified and trapped and cleverer than Victor ever gave her credit for, did the one thing she could think of to fight back from inside the trap.