Her Perfect Swap

d a dull comfort. I picked up his phone, intending to se

d my world: "Can't wait for the road trip, baby. Soon she'll be gone, a

mentor, confirmed it: they were plotting my murder. "The brakes will fail on that riverside road," Mark wrote. "The insurance money will set us and the baby up fo

road trip, oblivious, each word a hammer blow. He was going to kill me. My

e that followed was deafening. Then, rage burned