Chapter 5

I listened to the voicemail once.

That was enough.

My own sobbing faded into the wind coming off the harbor. Around me, passengers streamed away from the ferry, laughing, calling for rides, continuing with lives that had not split open in the last hour.

Ethan's threat remained beneath the audio file.

Delete your video, or I post mine.

My first instinct was to obey.

The recording contained the ugliest sound I had ever made. I had been on the bathroom floor with a towel between my legs, begging my husband to come home while the pregnancy we had told no…