They wanted another grandchild.
Blythe wanted money and a clean break.
When Liora died, Keaton saw a solution.
He gave Blythe cash and promised her more after his parents released the next payment from the trust. She handed him Celia in a service hallway while he pretended to take Elio for juice.
“You turned our daughter’s death into a business arrangement,” I whispered.
“Don’t say it like that.”
“How would you prefer I say it?”
Then he said something that made the blood leave my face.
“You agreed.”
I stared at him.
“No.”
“You did, after the doctor told us Liora was gone.”
“I was drugged. I was bleeding.”
“You said we couldn’t lose everything. You asked what would happen to Elio if my parents cut us off.”
Memories returned in broken flashes.
Keaton holding my hand too tightly.
His voice near my ear.
We can still fix this.
