I wanted to scream, but my throat seemed to have closed around my fear.
Then Fiona asked the question that transformed everything.
“What about her parents?” she said.
Flynn’s reply came so casually that I almost believed I had imagined it.
“They’re driving into the mountains next week, and I’ve already arranged for my people to handle the car.”
Aidan asked whether anyone would become suspicious.
“Brake failure on an icy road looks like a tragic accident,” Flynn answered.
My knees weakened against the staircase.
“After that, there won’t be another Sterling left to interfere.”
I pressed my palm against my mouth to keep from making a sound.
My father had welcomed Flynn into our family, offered him opportunities, and paid for a wedding that had cost more than most people earned in a lifetime.
My mother had embraced him like the son she had always wanted.
And while they were planning their anniversary trip through the mountains, my husband was planning to bury them.
