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Christabel The detective called on a Tuesday morning, and something in his tone told me before he'd even finished his sentence that this call would require more from me than the usual updates we'd been receiving over the past few weeks. "Vivienne accepted a plea deal," he said. "Manslaughter charges related to Elena's death, along with the fraud and kidnapping counts. In exchange, she's avoiding trial, which means no lengthy court process, no media circus dragging your family through months of testimony. But the judge wants victim impact statements before sentencing, and given everything you experienced directly with her, I think your voice would carry real weight." "You want me to face her again." "I want you to have the opportunity to, if you choose to take it. Nobody's requiring it of you." His voice softened slightly. "Some people find real closure in it. Others find it retraumatizing. Only you know which this would be for you." I sat with the question for two days before I ma

Christabel"Absolutely not," Marie said, holding up a dress with an expression of profound betrayal. "This has sleeves shaped like actual trumpets. Who hurt you enough to buy this.""It was a gift. From my aunt. I have to at least try it on out of respect.""Respect for your aunt does not require you to look like you're about to perform a fanfare at any moment."We were three bottles of wine and one entire cheese board into what Marie had insisted on calling my "unofficial bachelorette redo," since apparently the version we hadn't gotten to have before my first almost-wedding deserved a proper do-over now that there was actually something worth celebrating.Beatrix sat in the corner of my dressing room, looking simultaneously out of place and genuinely delighted, a glass of wine she'd been nursing slowly for the better part of an hour, watching the chaos of dresses and shoes and half finished hairstyles with an expression I'd never seen on her before, something almost wistful."I neve

ChristabelSophie met us in the garden twenty minutes later, and the sight of her face, tired but no longer alarmed, released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding since the phone call woke us before dawn."It's a security evidence bag," she said, holding up a small plastic case for us to see. "Left behind by my own team during the original sweep of this property, weeks ago. A tagging error, nothing more. I apologize for the scare. I should have caught the discrepancy in the equipment log sooner instead of letting it sit unexplained overnight."Relief hit me so fast my knees nearly buckled, and Sebastian's hand found the small of my back, steadying me without a word needing to pass between us."And the letter," I asked. "Any progress on who actually sent it.""The prison's internal review found nothing conclusive yet, but the detective believes it's more likely a copycat attempt, someone who read about the case in the press and decided to frighten you for their own amusement, th