Back Little Deadly Secrets
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Chapter 39
  42. Chapter 40
  43. Chapter 41
  44. Chapter 42
  45. Chapter 43
  46. Chapter 44
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. About the Author
  50. About the Publisher

“I thought . . . the news said something different.” I didn’t think Mackenzie wanted to rehash the gory details sensationalized by the local news.

“That his neck was sliced open? Yeah, that apparently happened after he was already dead—from a drug-induced heart attack.”

“How would Aria even have access to a drug like that?”

“I don’t know, Robin. I don’t know. But look, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about everything with Ryan. Honestly, I can’t think or talk about Owen right now. I’m worn slap out. I need to shift gears to something else before I lose my mind.”

“Sure, honey. We can talk about whatever you want.” I patted her knee reassuringly.

“Thanks,” she muttered. “As you know, Owen was the one who filed the charges. I’m going to ask the cops to drop them. I never thought things would get so out of hand over that.”

“Hey, let’s not think about that right now.”

“No, it’s important. Owen filed the charges and he’s not here anymore, is he? So let’s just move on, right?”

I hadn’t been sleeping much, which gave me time for thinking instead. Thinking about my marriage, my friends, my choices. As much as I wanted Ryan’s life to move on, I knew what it felt like to lose your soul, to grieve over that missing piece of who you are when a man thinks he can steal your body as if it was his own. I had never gotten justice with Geoffrey, but I’d be damned if I’d let Aria become a victim like I was. Even if that meant putting my own son on the stand.

“Mac, I want Aria to make that decision, no one else. I want her to think about it and decide if it’s something she should do. She’s the one who was wronged here, not any of us. If Ryan did something to hurt her, he needs to take responsibility for it. He needs to make amends for it. I don’t know what really happened that night—only those two kids do. So we should let Aria decide. Are you okay with that?”

She watched me with a curiosity I had never seen in her before. Like she was trying to interpret something beyond my words. “Are you sure you want to put that risk on Ryan?”