ick with tension. In the living room, Cordelia sat under a single lamp, reviewing

idn't hear Chandler come

, a habit when he couldn't sleep. As he passed the

notification. It was there fo

age fr

ce

illed a glass with water, his mind racing. When he walked back, he saw her pick up the phone. Her expression didn't change.

she was be

e in the Hamptons? She knew they were traps, designed to be discovered. She'd been giving short, noncommittal replie

e real trap had al

. He sat in the dark for a long moment, then opened his laptop

access

imself it was to protect the family, to track her spending, to make sure she wasn't doing anything that would harm Case. The soft

ils. His gut told him the real conversation wasn't happening there. He found what he was l

slow, heavy drum against

d. A conversation bet

d turned

y it? Does he s

lan is working. He's too pro

ia. When can I expec

ver. Everyone will be watching my "redemption

, his knuckles white as he gripped th

y Chace and Annalise, who knew he might be watching. The

er didn't

he apology to their son, the defiant stand against her sister-it was all an

shed over him. He had almost, for a fleeting moment

d walked out of the office and up the stairs. He stopped outside

bed and watch her perfect, serene mask crumble.

e sto

ady being set up downstairs. He thought

too quick. He wanted to watch her build her new empire of lies. He w

the very top, just so he cou

or and returned to his own room, wh

sharp woman named Kenna Weaver, and the lead cameraman, Forrest Wright, greete

in a flawless charcoal suit. He walked past th

s voice a venomous whi

" he said, his breath cold agai

r flinch. Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second. Sh

been a confused, hurting husband