own car, ignoring his driver, and sped toward the marina where the "Aura" yacht was docked. The party was

k. The door was slightly ajar. Arthur paused outside, his hand o

was saying. Her voice was light, dismissive. "

king. "Always has to make everything about her feelings. 'Ethan is

drain from his face. H

a was perched on the arm of David'

doing here?" David ask

erously low. "The one who just lost his own child a

that way. And don't believe Sarah's hysterical nonsense. She's

ng?" Arthur asked, h

jealous! She sees me winning, with a real partner, and

an, Dr. Alistair Finch, whom Arthur had called in a panic on his way over. He had asked F

he message. Then he read it again. He look

David. The official report

up the

ought on by extreme psychological distress and a forced, non-

nto the silent r

ace. "No. No, they said... they said it was 'neuro-alignment ther

ia, his eyes wide with the

g-edge technique, David. For stubborn cases. It just... a

re, in the room, unde

yself. He had called me to deliver the news personally, his v

. The procedure they used... it was barbaric. It's not therapy. It's

range calm settled over me. I felt

immense, a crushing weight. I collapsed onto the floor, pulling my knees to my chest, rocking back and fo

t, Arthur watche

t, stumbling backward into

profound it looked like a prophecy. He looked at me, though I wa

. "I told him our family has a debt. That the women of your line, the Miller women... they are not

who was now just a broken

urse you can't even begin to imagine. She will not st

paused to look at me aga

o not forsake us all for his sins.

as alre