Chapter 1 - The Sirens

Evan did not wait for Leah to answer.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and called 911 while keeping his body positioned between Sabrina and the two people she had nearly destroyed.

“My name is Evan Mercer,” he told the dispatcher.

“A woman has been struck with a hockey stick inside my home.

She may have a broken shoulder or ribs.

The attacker is still here, and a four-year-old child witnessed everything.”

Sabrina’s expression changed the instant she heard the word attacker.

The fury in her face gave way to disbelief.

“You’re calling the police on me?”

Evan lowered the phone just far enough to answer.

“I’m reporting what you did.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

“You were my fiancée.”

The sentence landed harder than a shout.

Sabrina stared at him as though she expected him to take it back.

He did not.

The dispatcher instructed Evan not to approach the weapon.

He looked toward the hockey stick still clenched in Sabrina’s hands.

“Put it on the floor.”

Sabrina’s fingers tightened around the handle.

“You don’t understand what she has done to us.”

“I understand that Leah is injured.”

“She stole four years from you.”

“And you tried to strike a child.”

“I was trying to frighten her.”

Evan’s face hardened.

“That is not the defense you think it is.”

Ellie remained beside Leah, her small body trembling.

Leah was attempting to comfort her despite the pain spreading across her shoulder and upper back.

“It’s okay, baby,” Leah whispered.

“No one is going to hurt you.”

Ellie shook her head violently.

“She was going to hit me.”

“I know.”

“You got in the way.”

“I will always get in the way.”

The words struck Evan with unbearable force.

Leah had spent four years raising his daughter alone.

Now she had placed her own body between Ellie and a weapon without hesitation.

He had missed birthdays, fevers, first words and frightened nights.

Yet the first moment in which he understood that he was a father was also the moment he witnessed what kind of mother Leah had become.

A siren sounded in the distance.

Sabrina looked toward the windows.

For the first time, uncertainty flickered across her face.

She lowered the hockey stick slowly, but instead of placing it on the floor, she leaned it against the island and reached toward her purse.

Evan stepped into her path.

“Leave the purse.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“You have no right to search my belongings.”

“I am not searching anything.”

He pointed toward the floor.

“Step away from it.”

Sabrina glanced at the purse again.

The movement was small.

Evan noticed it.

So did Ellie.

“The red thing is in there,” the child whispered.

Every adult in the room froze.

Evan turned toward her.

“What red thing?”

Ellie looked frightened that she had said too much.

Leah reached for her hand.

“You can tell him.”

Ellie swallowed.

“The little red stick.”

“A flash drive?” Evan asked.

She nodded.

“I found it under your desk.”

Sabrina moved suddenly.

She lunged toward the purse.

Evan caught her wrist before she reached it.

Sabrina twisted against him.

“You have no idea what you’re doing.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“You’re choosing a liar over the woman you were going to marry.”

“I’m choosing evidence over your explanation.”

Sabrina’s face came within inches of his.

“If that drive is opened, you will lose more than a wedding.”

The front doors burst open.

Two uniformed officers entered with weapons drawn.

Evan released Sabrina and stepped back.

She immediately lifted both hands.

“He attacked me,” she said.

One officer looked at Leah on the floor.

The second looked at the hockey stick.

Then Ellie spoke.

“Miss Sabrina hit Mommy.”

Sabrina turned toward her.

“Ellie, you are confused.”

“No, I’m not.”

The child’s voice shook, but she did not look away.

“You wanted the red thing.”

Paramedics entered behind the officers.

One knelt beside Leah while another guided Ellie away from the injury.

Leah cried out when the paramedic touched the swelling beneath her shoulder blade.

Evan’s hands curled into fists.

“How serious is it?”

“We need imaging,” the paramedic said.

“Possible scapular fracture.

Possible rib injury.

She needs to be transported.”

“I’m going with her.”

Sabrina laughed bitterly.

“Of course you are.”

An officer approached her with handcuffs.

“You are being detained while we investigate an assault.”

“Detained?”

Sabrina looked at Evan.

“Tell them this was a misunderstanding.”

He held her gaze.

“You swung a hockey stick at my daughter.”

The words sounded strange and natural at the same time.

My daughter.

Sabrina heard the certainty in them.

Her expression became cold.

“You have no proof she is yours.”

“Then we will get proof.”

“You won’t like what else the proof reveals.”

The officer secured her wrists.

As Sabrina was led toward the door, she turned to Leah.

“You should tell him why you really stayed here.”

Leah’s face lost what little color remained.

Evan noticed.

“What does she mean?”

Leah’s eyes filled.

“This isn’t the place.”

“Four years of silence ended in this kitchen.

I think this is exactly the place.”

Before Leah could answer, Ellie tugged at his sleeve.

“Daddy?”

He looked down.

She pointed toward Sabrina’s purse.

“Mr. Daniel said you couldn’t find the drive before the wedding.”

Evan felt the room narrow.

Daniel Cross was his closest friend.

Daniel was also the chief financial officer of Mercer Global and the man who had introduced Sabrina to him.

“What else did Daniel say?”

Ellie glanced toward the officers.

“He said the money was almost gone.”

Sabrina stopped walking.

One of the officers tightened his grip on her arm.

Evan crouched beside Ellie.

“Where were you when you heard this?”

“Under your desk.”

“Why were you there?”

“My blue crayon rolled underneath.”

Her lower lip trembled.

“Miss Sabrina and Mr. Daniel came into the office.

They didn’t see me.”

“What were they doing?”

Ellie looked at Leah.

Then she whispered, “Kissing.”

Evan slowly stood.

Sabrina’s composure cracked for one brief second.

The betrayal should have hurt.

It did not.

Compared with the child beside him and the injured woman being lifted onto a stretcher, Sabrina’s affair felt almost insignificant.

“What did they say about the money?” he asked.

Ellie squeezed Leah’s fingers.

“Mr. Daniel said they had to move it before you found out I was yours.”

The room became silent.

An officer carefully opened Sabrina’s purse.

Inside were two phones, a passport, an envelope containing cash and a set of keys Evan did not recognize.

There was no red flash drive.

Sabrina smiled.

“You see?”

Ellie shook her head.

“She moved it.”

“Where?” Evan asked.

The child pointed toward Sabrina’s coat.

An officer searched the pocket and removed a small red flash drive.

Sabrina’s smile disappeared.

At that exact moment, one of the phones inside her purse lit up.

A message appeared on the screen.

GET THE DRIVE.

IF THE GIRL TALKS, WE LOSE EVERYTHING.

The sender was Daniel Cross.

Evan stared at the name.

Behind him, Leah began to cry.

“There’s something you need to understand,” she said.

Evan turned toward her.

“Sabrina didn’t discover Ellie was yours today.”

His chest tightened.

“When did she find out?”

Leah looked at the woman being led away in handcuffs.

“Before Ellie was born.”

The paramedics pushed the stretcher toward the door.

Evan followed, but Detective Nora Ruiz stepped into his path.

She held Sabrina’s second phone inside an evidence bag.

“There are photographs on this device,” Ruiz said.

“What kind of photographs?”

The detective turned the screen toward him.

The first image showed Daniel and Sabrina inside Evan’s private office.

The second showed stacks of documents from the Mercer Family Trust.

The third showed Leah asleep in a hospital bed shortly after giving birth.

Beside her stood Sabrina, holding newborn Ellie.

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