I held her face in my hands. “Then what do I do?”
She looked at me with my own eyes.
“Fight smart.”
So I did.
While Evan gave interviews about losing the love of his life, I met Mr. Halden. While Celeste posted black-and-white photos with captions about “fragile life,” I delivered Emma’s phone to a forensic analyst. While Evan arranged a swift burial, I filed an emergency motion to delay cremation and demanded an independent medical review.
And while they laughed in church, convinced grief had blinded me, the county medical examiner was already reviewing the bloodwork they had tried to hide.
Mr. Halden read the next clause.
“If my death occurs under suspicious circumstances, my mother shall have full authority to pursue civil action, release evidence, and vote my shares against my husband, Evan Vale, in all corporate matters.”
A murmur moved through the church—shock, horror, hunger.
