The chair tipped forward, and the freezing water swallowed me.

For one terrible second, the weight dragged me down—but I had loosened the lap belt before we left the house.

I slipped free, kicked hard, and surfaced silently beneath the dock.

“She’s gone,” Amanda whispered.

Derek stared into the water.

“You said the pills would keep her asleep.

What if she wakes up?”

My heart stopped.

Pills.

Amanda had not simply watched my recovery—she had been secretly slowing it.

“She won’t,” Amanda snapped.

“Now call for help and start crying.

Tell them she rolled away while you were tying your shoe.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You already did.

And once we have the money, your debts disappear.”

Derek began sobbing, but Amanda’s voice remained cold.

“Remember what you signed.

If you tell anyone, you lose everything—and I’ll make sure they blame you.”

As I gripped the wooden post beneath the dock, something vibrated inside the waterproof pouch fastened under my blouse.

It was the emergency phone my attorney had given me.

Then a message appeared on its glowing screen:

WE HEARD EVERYTHING.

STAY WHERE YOU ARE.

Before I could respond, footsteps moved slowly onto the dock above me—and Amanda suddenly said, “Derek…

who is that?”

Who heard Amanda’s confession, and can they reach Derek’s mother in time?

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