She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as a cold realization seeped into her bones. This—all of this—was her fault. Every thread of tragedy that had unraveled in the last forty-eight hours traced back to her. She had wanted Joey. Had begged for him. Had made her father promise to get her Joey in exchange for getting rid of Ivy.
He had looked her in the face and lied to her.
Now, as she stood outside the church, her stomach twisted in dread. If this was no accident, she thought, then Dad did it. He killed her. And if he killed her… then Ivy's disappearance isn't a coincidence.
Her hands flew to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. "Oh my God…"
"Dad," she whispered under her breath. "What did you do?"
