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?

had no patience for Victoria's calls, not

Violet had once risked

back and take

really was wrong, she needed to be there, ready to bring Gwyneth

no matter how many times she called, no one ever

to the bone. In ten more minutes, she'd

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

street lay buried under snow. Each step she took left deep, heavy footprints behind her, and as she trudged

numb she could barely grasp the phone,

back to Winding Peak Lane

SUV slid into the driveway, and a housekeeper rushed out to

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

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

"Violet-"

broth. Gwyneth had

that's me. I drew

managed a

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