Dr.

Danvers would witness my “confusion.” Hollingsworth would observe my “inability to follow my own finances.” And the competency papers would be signed quietly over dessert, in front of respectable people who would later swear the old man had seemed unwell.

Chapter 25 — An Unforgettable Night

“That sounds wonderful, Dulce,” I said, pulling a wool blanket over my knees, hunching a little smaller in the chair.

“A quiet evening with friends.”

She smiled — the smile of a woman admiring a trap she is certain has already closed.