I stood by the window, watching Andrew's taillights disappear down the driveway and beyond the front gates. He'd kissed me goodbye with the same easy affection he always showed me, still convinced his quiet, obedient wife was staying home to look after the house.

I turned away from the window.

For weeks, I'd been caught between panic and doubt, trying to identify the woman on that livestream and make sense of the clues Andrew had left behind. That was over now. I knew who I was dealing with, and I had no intention of giving him another chance to hurt me.

Upstairs, Kelly sat on the edge of her unmade...