oss the bed. It was a pale, dove-gray sheath. Subdued

ment. It was a symbol of her rol

it, into her lar

section she rarely touched. It was her old life. The clothes s

led out

ckline that plunged daringly low and a slit that went high

nd put it on. The silk felt co

the neutral palettes Coleman preferred. She found a tube of lips

r eyes were hard, her mouth a slash of col

zed. A messag

ready. Don

the red of her nails stark

. It was a curated history of their life together. Wedding

ing the baby, beaming at the camera. Blair was beside him, her head resting on his shoulde

e heavy frame

ing sharply on the marble floor. Without hesitation, she turned the

ined into

of the broken glass. She looked at her own smiling face, at the blind, trusting

s. Then into smaller and smaller pieces, until the happ

ieces into the to

m swirl and dis

his tie. When he saw her, he froze. His eyes raked over her, f

?" he demanded. "I told you to

but she kn

n?" she asked, her

e stairs. She was dressed in virginal white, her makeup

w Blair. A flicker of triump

th false sympathy. "Are you sure you're

," Blair said, her smil

smiles. It was held at a chic downtown art gallery. Cas

r face. She let Casey grip her arm, a public display of sisterly a

ured. "But thankfully, Leo is perfectly fine. We're just so grateful. Casey has

n his eyes. He was pleased she was following the script, b

Blair a glass of champagne. Her head was starting to ac

alking to one of his business partners, but his gaze wa

nd. Drink it.

re pliable. He had done this before, at countless business d

bubbles tickled her nose. She thought of the poison in th

pagne was

aking eye contact with her husband.

ison. And she would le