By midnight, Victor Hale was no longer simply a grieving husband in the eyes of the law.
He was a person of interest in a widening investigation.
But Serena remained the missing piece.
Marianne sent one message from a secure number to Serena’s private phone.
Your birth name was Lillian. Your mother was Sofia Marlow. Victor knows more than he told you. Come alone if you want the truth.
No threat.
No accusation.
Just a door.
For forty-seven minutes, nothing happened.
Then the phone rang.
Marianne answered on speaker.
At first, there was only breathing.
Then Serena’s voice, stripped of all its polished sweetness, whispered, “Who is this?”
Marianne introduced herself.
A long silence followed.
Then Serena said, “Is Elena alive?”
My heart stopped.
Adrian straightened.
Marianne glanced at me, asking silently.
I nodded.
“Yes,” Marianne said. “She is alive.”
Serena made a sound so small I almost missed it.
