he car descended. The image of Eleanor's face as she tore up the

hone and dialed his

Bank statements, call logs, everything. For the last six months. I want to

aster bedroom. From the very back of her walk-in

Julian had bought her, but the simple, classic pieces she had owned

tand when a wave of dizziness washed over

her stomach, which clenched with a dull, cramping pain

nd buzzed, the vibration

mber she didn

nswer, her voic

was frail, but laced with an unmistaka

tened, her knuckles turning whit

ble last night. I saw your picture on the screen when you call

left his phone on my bedside table-was a de

ropping to a pathetic whisper. "The doctors say I n

r wave of nausea. "Stop it," she said, her vo

the other end of the line, follo

le

ng with panic and rage. "Se

the receiver, raw with fury. "What did y

ight, stunned. "I di

o help, you have to call and torment a dying woman? If

ne wen

e dial tone a mocking buzz in her ear. The she

ing returned with a vengeance. She drop

les screamed in protest, until there was nothing left but a

floor, weak and trembling. One hand res

t was almost

ng, electrifying possib

king legs. She looked at her reflection-the pale skin, th

resolve hard

n a drawer, and left the half-packed suitcase on the

atched the photographers she had paid fo