The small silver knife shook where it was stuck in Raymond's arm. For a moment, the world stopped. His face showed pure shock as he looked from the blade to Lacie, his papers falling from his numb fingers to the floor.

I did this.

The thought was a cold, clear spike of victory in my chest. I saw him coming. I knew exactly which words would be the final push. And it worked. It actually worked.

Lacie's face went from angry red to a sick, scared white. "Raymond! I—I didn't... she made me! She ...