Part 2

By the time Emily stepped into the Upper East Side townhouse, her hands were no longer shaking. Alex greeted her in the living room with a hug and the exact expression she now recognized as part of his act: warm eyes, gentle tone, carefully measured concern. On the coffee table beside him sat a glass of water and the same bottle he had altered at the restaurant.

“You should take one before bed,” he said. “You’ve had a rough night.”

Emily gave a faint smile, placed the pill in her mouth, lifted the glass, and pretended to swallow. The moment she reached the bathroom, she spat the tablet into a tissue and flushed it.

Then she waited.

When the house finally fell silent, she began searching her bedroom. For weeks, she had been hearing faint whispering after midnight—just enough to keep her half-awake and afraid. Alex had used those incidents as evidence that she was “not herself.” Emily checked the vents, the lamps, the outlets. Nothing. Then she took down a framed painting Catherine had given her two months earlier and discovered a tiny wireless speaker taped to the back.

Not ghosts. Not stress. Not imagination.

Technology.

She photographed it, replaced it exactly as it had been, and moved toward the staircase after hearing voices downstairs. Hidden behind the hallway partition, she saw Alex sitting far too close to Jessica on the sofa, his hand tangled in her hair, her head resting on his shoulder. Their conversation erased the last trace of denial Emily had been holding onto.

They were lovers.

Worse, they were confident. Alex said the next morning’s dose would leave Emily disoriented enough to humiliate herself at the afternoon board meeting. Jessica laughed and said she was tired of pretending to be his adopted sister. She wanted Emily committed and gone for good. Emily recorded every word on her phone.

At dawn, after pretending to wake in a haze, Emily waited until Alex left and called James Holloway, the corporate attorney who had once worked for her father. He entered through the back door within thirty minutes. Together, they opened Alex’s locked office and then his safe.