The next morning, she moves through the prison like a ghost. She can’t say anything. She has no proof. And the last thing she wants is for them to think she’s losing her mind.

But Wesley Carter is watching her. Again.

—Didn’t sleep well, did you, nurse? —his voice is smooth, amused.

Brooke doesn’t answer. But Carter keeps smiling.

And in his hand, turning slowly between his fingers, is something that makes her stomach drop.

A key.

Brooke feels the world tilt.

That’s her apartment key.

Carter shouldn’t have it. There’s no way.

And yet—there it is.

Her illusion of control shatters.

There is no escape.

Fifth Part: Shadows in the Dark

Brooke can’t breathe.

The key. Small, shiny, spinning between Wesley Carter’s fingers like a trophy.

He watches her, dark eyes locked onto her face, savoring her reaction.

—Pretty, isn’t it? —he murmurs from behind the bars—. Don’t worry. I’ll give it back when I see you at home.