understand,” she whispered, her voice suddenly small. “Why would you do this to me?”
I met her gaze steadily.
“Last night, you made a request. You asked me to give you a gift—to disappear from your life. You called me the worst mother anyone could have.”
The words still stung, but my voice remained even.
“I’ve decided to honor your request. This is the first step.”
Amber’s phone began to ring—Blake’s ringtone. She answered it with trembling hands.
“Blake, something’s wrong. My mother says she canceled the wedding. I don’t
