Chapter 4

I stared at the final origami star between my fingers—a blood-red piece of paper folded into the perfect five-pointed shape. Number one hundred. The last one. My hands trembled slightly as I placed it into the glass mason jar, where it settled atop the ninety-nine others in their rainbow of colors. Each one represented a moment when Damian had betrayed me, hurt me, or chosen Sage over our family.

The weight of the jar felt significant in my hands as I carried it from my craft room to our bedroom. Damian was there, packing for a business trip—or so he…