ELIJAH'S POV
The door clicked shut behind Victoria, and I was left alone with Deborah. She looked smaller somehow, fragile against the white hospital sheets. Her wrists were bandaged, and her face was puffy from crying. Part of me wanted to feel sorry for her. The other part wanted to shake her until she understood what her weakness had cost.
"Elijah." Her voice was barely a whisper. "You came."
"Your father killed someone today." I didn't sit down. Didn't move closer to the bed. "An innocent woman died because you couldn't handle the truth about our marriage."
Deborah's eyes filled with tears. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You called him. You told him you were scared I'd leave you. So he had someone murdered to send me a message."
"Daddy wouldn't—"
