n and walked back upstairs to s

d into the master suite,

tchen and locked the heavy wooden door behind her. She turned the si

ermes Birkin bag. She reached deep into

t Cristofer's

ry. It had never to

creen lit up instantly. The lock sc

ssed

Voice

from the contact pinned at th

e hated that name. She hated that some orphaned nobody

tapped the voicemail icon. She p

Then, Corrine's voic

... there's so much blo

for air. She sounded

s voice didn't make Arielle feel pity. I

next message.

ce went from panicked, to des

spered to her reflection in the mirr

e top right corner of the screen.

red over the re

esitate. She

u sure you want to permane

e hit

trace of Corrine fighting for he

ped left on all forty-seven missed calls, deleting

down the power button and shut the device off. She s

patted it dry with a towel and adjusted her

e bathroom door

resh pair of slacks and a black polo shirt. He was holdi

ked, rushing over to him. She pl

he call. His jaw

asn't spent a single cent since yesterday. And the garage cameras showed he

. "Oh my god. She took a dirty cab by herself? A

Cristofer like a lit match

The idea that Corrine was risking his child's

slamming his fist against the back

as cutting off all financial tracking to hide from him. She wanted to humilia

manipulated by his ow

and hit redial. Cole

fer ordered, his voice echoing through the massive vi

sure?" Cole as

el and private club in Manhattan. Tell them if they give

ne so hard the pla

ro dollars in her pocket can surviv

avily onto the sofa, rubbing his ey

s around his waist and rested her head on his sho

er eyes gleamed wi