Victoria POV

Rebecca hadn’t ignored my calls before.

Not once in the ten years I’d known her.

That alone was enough to unsettle me.

I stood outside the Cole estate that morning, my phone clutched in my hand, staring up at the familiar wrought-iron gates like they might suddenly give me answers. I’d called Rebecca three times the night before. Left two messages. Sent a carefully worded text this morning—concerned but not desperate.

Nothing.

Rebecca Cole was many ...