Chapter 11

I didn't call the police. I didn't call Theo. I didn't call Callum. I got in a cab and screamed at the driver to go faster. Pier 17 was empty. Fog rolling off the river. A single yacht bobbing at the end of the dock. The Ashford yacht. The same one. Of course. I ran up the ramp. "LEO!" "Mommy!" He was on the back deck, tied to a chair with nautical rope, crying so hard his whole body shook. Vivienne stood beside him. She was wearing my gown. The wedding gown I'd sewn with bleeding fingers four...