“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

suite?”

“Keep it hot,” I said, a dangerous, thrilling idea blossoming in my chest. “Let them project the suite camera for sixty more seconds. Then cross-fade to the hallway tracking camera. I don’t just want them to see the final reveal at the doors. I want them to witness the entire march through the ashes.”

Ten minutes later, the late-afternoon sun continue reading …