I will not describe what was in it.

The details of how one doctor prepared to murder one patient are not a thing that needs to live on a page.

“It’s a pity, really,” Chloe said, and I felt her gloved fingers trace my jaw.

“If you had just signed the power of attorney last month, Julian, you could have lived out your years somewhere quiet.

But you always had to control everything.” “Hold the line steady,” Harrison said.

“This takes less than thirty seconds.” And then Chloe leaned down, close to my ear, and whispered it one final time, the sentence she had said before, savoring it.