Ash studied my face.
“Before us?”
“Yes.”
Lena leaned against my shoulder.
“Did he make you sad?”
I closed my eyes.
Children always find the door adults try to hide.
“Yes,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean you need to be afraid of him.”
Ash nodded, though I could tell he was filing the answer away in the private cabinet where he kept every important thing.
That night, another envelope appeared.
This time I opened it at once.
Inside was a copy of a medical report from the night of the party. Luca Moretti. Admitted at 2:17 a.m. Symptoms: confusion, impaired coordination, memory disturbance, elevated sedative markers.
I read it once.
Then again.
Then a third time because the words kept shifting beneath my eyes.
Sedative markers.
I remembered his face in the bedroom.
Not desire.
Not panic.
Dazed.
My breath came unevenly.
There was also a second note.
Ask Vanessa why she left Chicago six days after you did.
Ask her who paid her debts.
Ask her why Dr. Venn disappeared.
I pressed the paper against my chest.
Vanessa.
For years, I had tried not to think of her. Not because I forgave her, but because grief has limited room, and the twins had needed all of mine. I remembered her arriving at our home with two suitcases and red eyes, saying she had made mistakes, saying she had nowhere else to go.
I had let her in.
Because she was my sister.
Because I was lonely in that enormous house.
Because I believed broken people deserved shelter.
The next morning, I found Luca outside before sunrise.
He was standing near the alley, speaking quietly into his phone. When he saw me, he ended the call.
I wrapped my cardigan tighter around myself.
“You have five minutes.”
His eyes searched my face, but he kept his distance.
“I was drugged that night.”
The words landed between us without drama. Almost gently.
“By Vanessa?”
“I believe so.”
“You believe?”
His jaw tightened.
“I remember drinking champagne she brought me. I remember feeling strange. I remember trying to get upstairs because I thought something was wrong. After that, pieces. Her voice. Your robe. Then you in the doorway.”
My stomach turned.
“You never came after me.”
“I did.” His voice broke on the second word. “Sarah, I woke in the hospital. They told me you were gone. Vanessa said you had packed a bag before the party. She said you’d been unhappy for months. She said you left with someone.”