The engine roared to life, and the windshield wipers began scraping against the glass.

Ethan threw the car into reverse and backed out of the space with a screech of tires.

“How long to get there?” I asked, leaning forward between the front seats.

“Thirty minutes if the highway is clear,” Ethan said, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. “Forty-five if we have to take the canyon road.”

The car sped out of the clinic parking lot and onto the empty street.

The streetlights blurred into long streaks of yellow and white against the wet glass.

I clutched the manila envelope tightly against my chest.

Inside this envelope was the proof of Margaret’s betrayal.

It was the one thing that would destroy Olivia’s loyalty to the Lawson family forever.

If we could get to her before it was too late.

“Try calling her again,” I told Julian.

Julian pressed the screen of his phone, then shook his head. “It goes straight to voicemail.”

“She must have dropped the phone when the door was broken,” Samuel said.