My Ex’s Brother Wants Me to Lie Under Oath

Paige didn’t make it home. She was three blocks from the church when she noticed the black SUV following her. […]

Paige ignored Vincent’s calls for two days. Two days of the burner phone ringing at all hours. Two days of

The paranoia became Paige’s constant companion. She changed her routine like Vincent suggested. Took different routes to work. Varied her

Four days of silence. Four days of Paige checking the burner phone every hour, hating herself for it, doing it

The text came three days later, at two in the morning. Paige was wide awake—insomnia had become her constant companion—when

Two weeks passed like a fever dream. Paige went through the motions—work, home, sleep. She smiled when she was supposed

Monday morning came too fast. Paige woke at dawn, her phone alarm blaring, and for one blissful moment she’d forgotten

Sunday morning arrived with the kind of oppressive heat that made Los Angeles feel like it was holding its breath.

Paige didn’t sleep that night. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, watching shadows shift across the plaster as

The envelope sat on Paige Carter’s kitchen counter like a coiled snake. She’d been staring at it for twenty minutes