Zoe's "pranks" before had never gone as far as murder. But the moment she decided I was standing in the way of a grandson, she made her move. Kill me and my daughter in one clean stroke.
I watched them celebrate, and honestly, it was almost funny.
When James and I first got married, they called me the best daughter-in-law in the world. Said I was closer than a real daughter. Said the luckiest thing that ever happened to James was marrying a woman like me.
But now that James's career was taking off, they'd conveniently forgotten he was a self-made man from nothing, that everything he had started with my family's money and connections.
There was an old saying that fit perfectly.
Nurse a wolf, and the moment it finds its strength, it bares its teeth.
But I wasn't angry. Not anymore.
Right now, I was just curious.
Curious what Silas and Zoe's faces would look like the moment they found out I wasn't in that car.
Mid-sentence, Silas's phone rang.
"Looks like it's the hospital."
He cleared his throat, put on a face of pure ignorance, and answered. A second later, his expression shifted to shock.
"What did you say?"