If I had the power to forge him, I had the power to destroy him.
The moment Darrell left, the listening device I'd planted on him picked up a signal.
I opened the app.
His low voice bled through the speaker.
"That was careless of me. If she wants a different doctor, we play the part. Send over an unfamiliar face later."
"Oh, and prepare an abortion pill. Have her take it first, just to be safe. Something about this whole thing feels off. I can't shake it."
"Relax, Mr. Farley. The boys have been watching her around the clock. Nothing out of the ordinary."
"Fine. Get it done."
Two hours later, an unfamiliar doctor knocked on my door.
Darrell followed him in.
A cold draft slipped through the window, and with it came a scent I recognized immediately. Women's perfume. The kind Rebecca always wore.
My gaze drifted upward.
There, tucked beneath the collar of his dress shirt, half-hidden in the fabric's fold, sat a fresh lipstick stain.
I thought of the sounds that had come through the app just moments ago. The unmistakable, intimate sounds of a man and a woman together.
My stomach lurched. I grabbed the edge of the bed and retched, a dry, violent heave that tore through the silence.
"Beverly..."