Chapter 6: Preston

I don't remember getting out of the truck. I remember Aiden's hand closing hard around my elbow and his voice saying, "Ivy. Ivy, who is that—" And I remember the car door opening, and Dr. Preston Vale stepping out in a beautiful coat with a beautiful haircut and that easy, boyish, reasonable smile that had fooled two hospitals, one police department, and me. "There she is," he said. "You look great. The cold suits you." "How did you find me?" "You used your real license number on a Montana...