Chapter 3

At two in the morning, my phone lit up.

It wasn't Andrew.

It was my mother-in-law, Helen Rivers.

Seventeen messages, each one more painful to read than the last.

Helen: [Julia, are you dead or what? Andrew's heading off to some rainforest, and you're sitting there doing nothing? Why aren't you stopping him?]

Helen: [You've been married into the Rivers family for ten years, living off us, and you can't keep your own husband in check. What's the point of you?]

Helen: [Let me warn you, if anything happens to my son, you can forget about ever having a peaceful…