“That takes care of that,” Abel says. “You should have told me you had a damn phone with you. He’s probably on his way here now. Let’s go.”

He takes my arm and drags me to the door.

“Abel.” I pull back, but he’s much stronger than I am. And he’s desperate. “I’ll talk to Santiago when he gets here. You’re right, he’s on his way,” I lie. I have no idea how he’d find me. “I’ll explain—” I stop when he opens the door and turns on me, the look on his face contorting it, making it into something terrifying.

“He killed Dad, you idiot. If he’s willing to kill that old man even knowing he had no fucking clue what I was doing, you think he’s just going to let me walk away? You’re dumber than I thought if you do.”

He drags me outside and toward the car. I resist. I fight with all I have and manage to kick him in the shins hard enough that he loosens his grip, and I slip out of it. I’m almost away, running toward the street, when I hear the honking of a car horn and see the shiny Aston Martin glint in the sun. I’d thought it inappropriate for a funeral, but he’d insisted on letting Marco drive Eva in it. Saying it might help cheer her up. Several cars behind the Aston Martin is a Rolls Royce.

I slow as the Aston Martin gets closer because it’s not Marco behind the wheel. It’s Santiago.

It takes that moment for Abel to catch up with me, recapture me, and drag me back toward the open passenger door.

“Please, Abel!”

I fight him. I fight with all I have because if I get into that car, I’m dead. I know it. He would rather drive us into an oncoming truck and kill himself along with me and my baby than let my husband win.

Because Abel has nothing to lose. He’s forfeited his life, and he knows it.

And as he forces me toward the car, I give an almighty shove and somehow, someway, manage to trip him, and I run. I run faster than I’ve ever run in my life, and Santiago’s almost here. He’s turning into the lot. I can make it. He’s so close, I can make it.

I can see his face now. Santiago is so near I can see his face.

And it’s that that has me stop.