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PART 1 Nora Calloway’s daughter was eleven months old and had, in Nora’s carefully considered opinion, the best instincts of anyone she had ever met. Wren had been born at thirty-three weeks on a February morning that had nothing kind about it. She had spent the first six weeks of her life in the NICU…

PART 1 Nathan Vance read it three times in a Walmart parking lot in Columbus, Ohio, at six-forty in the morning while his coffee cooled in the cupholder. He had seen the alert on his phone before he even got out of the car. He had sat there and read it and then sat there…

PART 1 Nathan Vance read it three times in a Walmart parking lot in Columbus, Ohio, at six-forty in the morning while his coffee cooled in the cupholder. He had seen the alert on his phone before he even got out of the car. He had sat there and read it and then sat there…

PART 1 The Aldren Foundation gala was the kind of event where people spent two thousand dollars on a ticket to be seen spending two thousand dollars on a ticket. Nora Ashby had spent nothing. She was there because her firm had designed the centerpiece installation — twelve suspended glass panels that caught the chandeliers…

PART 1 The champagne was warm by the time Sera Voss understood what the evening actually was. She had noticed it going warm at hour two, when the ice in the bucket had melted and no one had replaced it — not the staff, not Renn, certainly not the man standing at the window with…

PART 1 The thing about being invisible was that you could watch people very clearly. Mara Linde had spent four years watching Gideon Crane from doorways, from conference room corners, from the far end of the car on the way to airports. She had watched him negotiate, and threaten, and calculate, and occasionally — in…

PART 1 The headache arrived before the memory. Nell Vasquez opened her eyes to a ceiling she did not own, in a light she had not set, inside a silence so complete that her first thought was: hospital. Her second thought, when she recognized the smell — cedar, something expensive, the absence of antiseptic —…

PART 1 The morning Lena Voss hit the ground on Main Street, nobody stopped walking. That was the thing she would remember longest. Not the hunger. Not the shame of her knees meeting the dirt in front of Hargrove’s dry goods store while the morning crowd pushed around her like water around a stone. Not…

PART 1 Petra Vasova had eleven dollars in her checking account and a dress that belonged to her cousin. She sat at the bar of Carver’s on West 54th with a glass of ice water and a lemon wedge that she had been making last for thirty-two minutes, and she looked at the door, and…

PART 1 The contract was three pages long and used the word wife eleven times. Not once did it use the word person. Sable Voss — she would not be Sable Voss for another forty-eight hours, she was still Sable Dorian, she intended to hold onto Sable Dorian for as long as possible — sat…