“You’re taking me away?”
“Somewhere you won’t ask questions,” Ryan said.
“I want to stay with my mom!”
“Your mom doesn’t decide anything anymore.”
“Yes, she does! She told me if something ever happened, I should call Ms. Parker!”
Silence crashed into the room.
Ms. Parker.
My lawyer.
The only person who knew that two weeks earlier, I had changed my will.
Ryan locked the door.
“What lawyer, Ethan?”
Claire’s hand froze.
“That kid heard too much.”
And then it happened.
One finger.
Just one.
It moved.
Ethan saw it. His eyes widened, but he said nothing. He leaned close and whispered:
“Mom, don’t move. I already called for help.”
“What did you say?” Ryan snapped.
“I said I love her.”
Claire reached into her purse.
“The notary’s downstairs.”
Ryan grabbed my hand tightly.
“You’re signing those papers, Emily. Alive or dead.”
But I wasn’t dying anymore.
I was waiting.
