Desiree swallowed hard.

She hated that part of her knew Catarina was right. A slow poison would have destroyed Adrian by now.

“I’m sorry,” Catarina whispered. “If there was a way to undo everything, I would.”

Desiree suddenly leaped forward, gripping Catarina’s hands tightly. “Then help me,” she begged. “Please. Get me out of here. Save my son.”

Catarina shook her head, her face crumpling. “I can’t.”

Desiree’s heart sank. “You said you’d do ...