Chapter 7: Save Your Fake Concern

        The silence stretched on for seconds and then minutes. The cherry, sunlit room felt gloomy and oppressive. Catherine’s palms grew sweaty, and her mouth felt dry, but she didn’t dare say anything else. Finally, Madison broke the silence, “What are you talking about? How did I encourage you to elope? As if I could make two people fall in love and want to run away together.” Catherine squared her shoulders and said, “Did they hurt you out there, Madison? Did they hit your head? How can you have forgotten something that only happened a few weeks ago.” She closed her eyes as if trying to remember the details, but they were as clear as day. She’d replayed her conversations with Madison over and over in her miserable years with Marco, and they’d haunted her every day in prison. “I remember you said you would help make sure I was happy because that’s what sisters do for each other,” she said. “You transferred me 100,000 pounds and told me you had a contact who could help Marco with his