“And the poor thing thinks she married a fairy tale.

She actually believes it.” Another sip.

“She has no idea what she married into.”

I pressed both hands over my mouth.

They were drinking my father’s champagne, on my father’s boat, laughing about erasing me from the earth — and I understood, with a clarity that cut straight through the drug, that I was not the only one they meant to erase.

Chapter 5 — The Whole Family