LOGINEvelyn's POVMirabel was already at the coffee shop when I arrived. She sat in the back corner, her hands wrapped around a cup she hadn't touched, her eyes red like she had been crying. When she saw me, she stood up halfway, then sat back down like she didn't know what the right thing to do was.I walked over and sat across from her without saying hello."Thank you for coming," she said quietly.I didn't respond. I just looked at her and waited.She took a breath. "I know you hate me right now. I know you think I'm the worst person in the world. And maybe I am. But I need you to understand that I never meant for things to go the way they did.""You set up Anthony. You paid someone to make sure Sylvia saw him with me. You destroyed their relationship on purpose." My voice was flat. "What part of that wasn't intentional?""The part where you got hurt." Her eyes filled with tears. "I thought you'd be fine. I thought Anthony would b
Evelyn's POVI went to see my mother at the hospital that morning like I promised Francis I would. She was sitting up in bed, looking stronger than she had the day before, and when I walked in she smiled."Evelyn. I was hoping you'd come.""Francis said you wanted to talk.""I do." She patted the bed beside her. "Sit."I sat, keeping a little distance between us. I didn't know how much she knew, how much she had guessed, or whether she had any idea I had found the lockbox in her attic."I've been thinking a lot since the accident," she said. "About the things I've kept quiet about. The things I should have said years ago.""Like what?""Like the truth about Mirabel and what she did." She reached for my hand. "I know you found the file, Evelyn. I know you took it from the attic."My breath caught. "How do you know that?""Because I put a note in the box asking whoever found it to come talk to me first." She looked
Anthony's POVI didn't sleep. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and replaying Mirabel's voice over and over in my head. By the time the sun came up, I had listened to the recording at least twenty times, and each time it made me angrier.At six in the morning I called my brother Reuben."Do you know what time it is?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep."I need you to do something for me.""Anthony, it's six in the morning.""I know. And I need you to listen." I sat up and swung my legs out of bed. "I'm sending you an audio file. I need you to listen to it and tell me if it can be used in court."There was rustling on the other end, like he was sitting up too. "In court? What are you talking about?""Just listen to it. Please. And then call me back."I sent the file and hung up. Then I got dressed and made coffee I didn't want. My phone rang fifteen minutes later."Where did you get this?" Reuben's voice was sh
Evelyn's POVWe sat in Anthony's car in the parking lot and listened to the audio file three times. Mirabel's voice came through the speaker, slurred and thick with tears, but clear enough that there was no mistaking what she was saying."I didn't think it would hurt anyone this much. Samuel said it was just business. He said Anthony would get over Sylvia eventually and everything would work out. But I saw what it did to him. I saw what it did to you. And I've been carrying it ever since."Sylvia's voice came next, calm and cold. "You destroyed my relationship. You used your sister. And now you want forgiveness?""I don't know what I want. I just needed to tell someone. I needed someone to know I didn't mean for it to be this bad.""But it is this bad, Mirabel. And no amount of apologizing will fix it."The recording ended. I sat there staring at the phone in Anthony's hand, my sister's voice still ringing in my ears."She knew,
Anthony's POVThe boat dock was old and half-rotted, the kind of place the city had been meaning to fix for years but never got around to. The wood creaked under our feet as we walked out onto it, and the water below was black and still.There was no one here. Just Evelyn and me and the sound of the wind moving through the trees behind us."Maybe they're not coming," Evelyn said quietly."It's only five past ten. Give it a few more minutes."We stood at the end of the dock and waited. I kept my phone in my hand, ready to call for help if I needed to. Evelyn had her arms crossed tight against the cold.Then a voice came from behind us."I wasn't sure you'd actually show up."We both turned. A woman stepped out from the shadow of the trees, her hands in her pockets, her face partially hidden by the hood of her coat. She walked toward us slowly, her steps careful on the uneven ground.When she got close enough, she pulled
Evelyn's POVI picked Luca up from school at three and took him for ice cream. He talked the whole way about a science project he was working on and how his friend Marcus had accidentally spilled glue all over the table and the teacher had not even gotten mad. I listened and nodded and tried to focus on his words instead of the meeting that was coming tonight."Mom, you're not listening."I looked at him. He was staring at me with his big brown eyes, the ones he got from Anthony, and his mouth was turned down in a small frown."I'm sorry, baby. I'm listening now.""You look worried.""I'm not worried.""Yes you are. You do that thing with your mouth when you're worried." He pointed at my face. "Right there. The corner goes down."I tried to smile. "I have a lot on my mind, that's all.""Is it about Dad?""Why would you think that?""Because you guys are divorced now and that's a big deal." He spooned ice crea
Evelyn's POV The hospital cafeteria was quiet at that hour. Most of the chairs were empty. A cleaner pushed a mop along the far wall, and the overhead light buzzed in a way that made everything feel a little unreal.I had bought a coffee I wasn't going to drink and found a corner table. My coat wa
Evelyn's POV My thumb hovered over the screen. Four words, no name, no number I recognized."I know what you did."I locked the phone and shoved it into my coat pocket. Sylvia was still looking at me, waiting, as if my silence was an answer she had already predicted."You look well," I said. My vo
Evelyn's POV Mercy General Hospital smelled the same as every hospital I had ever been in. Cold air and something clean that doesn't quite cover something sad underneath.I found the waiting area on the second floor, where the nurse at the front desk had pointed me. My older brother Francis was al
Evelyn's POV The envelope sat in my bag as if it was a rock.I had driven three times around the block before I parked. My hands were not shaking because of the cold. The air in the city of Harlow was warm that afternoon, the kind of warm that sits on your skin and refuses to leave. My hands were







