Inside the jacket
On a stormy night, my younger brother was buried in a mudslide while my husband, Hayden, stayed with the woman he loved, listening to piano music.
He used his authority to hold back the rescue team. Just to calm that woman's fears.
When they found my brother's body, he transferred five million dollars. "Road delays. Stop making a scene."
Later, I miscarried, was kidnapped, and jumped from a moving car. His response was always the same. "She didn't mean it. Be reasonable."
Only after I disappeared completely did he realize every "accident" had been a carefully laid trap.
