Chapter 1 - The Cane When I opened my front door, my wife was standing in the hallway with my dead father's cane raised over my nephew's head.

For one terrible second, nobody moved.

Noah was thirteen, skinny and pale, his arms wrapped around my five-year-old daughter Lily as he shielded her against the wall.

Lily was sobbing.

And Vanessa—

My wife.

The woman I had trusted for fifteen years.

She stood three feet away with both hands locked around the black walnut cane my father had carried during the final years of his life.

"Put it down."

Vanessa turned toward me.

"Daniel, you don't understand."

"I understand enough."

I stepped forward.

"Put. It. Down."

Something in my voice made her hesitate.

I pulled Lily behind me and pushed Noah toward the kitchen.

Then Vanessa's phone rang.

She answered without checking the screen.

A man's voice came through the speaker.

"Did Carter see the death certificate?"

Vanessa froze.

So did I.

The caller said, "Vanessa?"

She ended the call.

Too late.

I stared at her.

"What death certificate?"

"Nothing."

Noah pointed toward my office.

"Top drawer. Under the tax folders."

Vanessa lunged toward him.

I caught her wrist.

The cane slipped from her fingers and struck the marble floor.

Lily screamed.

I looked at Vanessa.

For the first time in fifteen years, I didn't recognize my wife.

I walked into my office.

Opened the drawer.

And found a manila folder I had never seen before.

Inside was a certified medical death certificate.

CLAIRE MARIE CARTER.

My sister.

Date of death: thirteen months earlier.

Cause: complications from blunt-force head trauma.

Physician:

Dr. Marcus Hale.

My father's former doctor.

And one of the most powerful men on the board of Carter Meridian.

My hands began to shake.

For thirteen months, I had believed Claire abandoned her son.

For thirteen months, I had received emails from her.

Bank notices.

Angry messages.

One final warning telling me not to look for her.

I walked back into the hallway.

"Where is Claire?"

Vanessa stared at the paper.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this."

"Where is my sister?"

She looked toward the front windows.

And then I heard a car door slam outside.

Vanessa smiled.

Not because she was happy.

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