We turned to see Vincent's standing there, with his weapon raised, pointed at Marie.
"What?" Marie's voice is sharp with betrayal.
"She's right, this is wrong." Vincent's face is conflicted, but his weapon is steady. "Victoria wouldn't want this."
"Don't you dare-" Marie's voice rises. "Don't you dare speak about my daughter!"
"Your daughter was many things." Vincent's voice is sad. "But she wasn't this. She wasn't murdered-suicided on a subway platform. This is your grief, not her revenge."
The train is so close. Ten seconds, maybe less.
"You betray me now?" Marie's grip on me loosens as she turns to face Vincent. "After everything? After I paid you? Trusted you?"
"Your daughter's dead," Vincent says simply. "This won't bring her back."
For a moment, everything freezes, then Marie releases me.
I stumble away from the edge, gasping.
But Marie's face is crumbling. The elegant mask falls away, revealing the broken mother beneath.
