Chapter 4

The call came at 2 AM. An unknown number. I almost ignored it. Then something — instinct, dread, the part of me that had spent five years listening for every cough and cry in that house — made me answer. "Miss Byrne?" The voice was shaking. Dominic Ashford's voice, shaking. "It's Lily. She's — she had a seizure. We're at Mount Sinai. The doctors are saying it might be related to the pool — secondary drowning — oxygen deprivation—" His voice cracked. "I don't — I don't know what...