Instead, I sat on the edge of the bed and made one decision.
I would not let them know I had heard anything.
Not yet.
Because I had learned something important in those eleven minutes.
Grayson and Lorna were prepared for a woman who trusted them.
They were not prepared for a woman who knew the truth and could wait.
I called my father at twelve thirty-seven in the morning.
He answered on the second ring.
“Maris? Is everything all right?”
I nearly collapsed at the sound of his voice.
For a moment, I was his little girl again, desperate to be told that the world was safe and that everything bad could be fixed.
But I swallowed the words.
“Dad, I need you to contact a solicitor first thing tomorrow morning.”
His voice changed immediately.
“What happened?”
“I can’t explain it properly tonight.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Has Grayson done something to you?”
