Rebecca Shaw did not look like someone who had come to comfort a grieving family. She looked like someone who had brought paperwork. Julian noticed that too. His shoulders straightened the moment she introduced herself. Grief disappeared behind the same controlle

By the next morning, I had become a national tragedy. It was impressive what death could do for a girl's reputation. While I was alive, I had been unstable, vulgar, jealous, manipulative, and desperate to marry Theo Mercer. Once I was dead, I became "the long

The woman who screamed in the morgue dropped her clipboard. It hit the floor harder than I expected. I tried to sit up. That was a mistake. Every muscle in my body protested at once, and cold air hit skin that had spent far too long in refrigeration. The morgue attendan