Chapter 4

I stared at my phone for a long moment before dialing Victoria's number. My finger hovered over the screen, trembling slightly. Once I shared my plan with her, there would be no turning back.

"You need to come over," I said when she answered, my voice steadier than I expected. "Now."

Victoria arrived at my parents' estate in record time, her Louboutins clicking against the marble foyer as she rushed in. Her normally perfect blonde waves were slightly disheveled, her eyes wide with concern.

"Amber, what's happened?" she asked, taking my hands in hers. "Is it about Brody? Has he—"