study. She leaned her forehead a

Bang

muffled by the heavy oak, but the fury was clea

on the rug. She sat down in the leather chair and looked at the framed

she didn't make a sound. She wiped

genuinely believed she was hiding Aiden. In his twisted

son family who couldn't be manipulated

past Ellwood's name and found the numb

d call. It

ravelly, but carried the weight

d. She took a breath, forcing the wor

What's

Harder than signing the death certificate. "

tched over the line. She could hear the tic

ing with a mixture of shock and rising anger. "The doc

er voice flat. "Or they were

. The grief was already transformin

ck tonight. Celebrating her son's recovery. He thinks

glass shattering. Dennison was roaring, a sound

"I will handle this. You stay put. Do

ne wen

since she had left the hospital, a tiny sliver

less than

Ellwood's name fla

pressing the p

scream. "How dare you? How dare you drag

one away from her ear,

" he yelled. "You hid my son to punish me, and now you're lying

throat. It came out hollow, bri

y, Ellwood," she said. Her

wenty-four hours! You bring Aiden back, or I will destroy the

g back a dead c

" he roared, and th

the window. Down below, on the street, she could see the black

nder hous

oto again. He was lying in a cold morgue drawer, waiting

ught he was a pawn

stay there. She would

in. She didn't call Ellwood

d the fun

enwood Cemetery. I don't care about the cost. I want the b

nd she was going to make sure th