Honey arrived at the police station with Amanda. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for what lay ahead. The bruise on her face throbbed despite the medication she'd taken throughout the day.

"Before we go in," Amanda said, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant, "I need to tell you something."

Honey turned to her, noting the guilt in her security detail's expression. "What is it?"

"We went against your wishes this morning. Your father knows."

The words hit Honey like a physical ...