Chapter 16

A streak of red cut through the midnight hush, stark against the endless white beneath the streetlights.

With her mind preoccupied with worry for her daughter, Victoria hardly noticed the snow piling up outside, falling harder and faster by the minute.

She sat in her car, shivering as the cold seeped in through the doors, and fished out her phone to call McNeil.

Not a sound stirred. On such a frigid night, with the hour so late, the roads were deserted—no headlights, not even a shadow passing by.

The gas gauge hovered near empty. Dawn was still hours away, and no matter how many layers she wore, she wouldn't last long without heat. If the car's engine died, so might she-frozen before sunrise.

Inside McNeil's car, her calls went unanswered, the name "Victoria" blinking insistently on his dashboard screen.

He glanced at it—just for a moment. It wasn't his daughter calling, so he ignored

it.

Violet was coughing up blood. She'd just come out of surgery earlier that day. The doctors had said it was a success-so why was this happening?

calls, not tonight. He had to

Violet had once risked everything

back and take her

really was wrong, she needed to

times she called, no one

inside the car intensified, numbing her to the bone. In ten more minutes, she'd be frozen

other choice, Victoria abandoned the useless car by the roadside, bracing herself

Each step she took left deep, heavy footprints behind her, and as she trudged forward through the biting wind, she kept trying McNeil's number again and

barely grasp the phone, but

back to Winding Peak Lane as fast as

slid into the driveway, and a housekeeper rushed

McNeil barely noticed that the housekeeper had stopped calling Violet "Ms. Marchand" and instead

in the bedroom, cleaning blood off the sheets and swapping them

"Violet-"

bed, sipping a little broth. Gwyneth had just finished a drawing and held

That's you and Daddy, and that's me. I drew us all together

managed a faint

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