I understood, the moment Andres told me the plan, that it was something else entirely.

It was a room.

A room full of exactly the people who needed to see the truth, gathered by the very man the truth would destroy.

He was building me the perfect stage, and he was going to stand on it first.

Chapter 15 — In Front of Me

On Friday, home at last but still in a wheelchair, still guarding the vacant expression I had spent days perfecting, I watched my sister sit down in my husband’s lap in front of me.