Chapter Six "You bastard, get home. Now!" my father-in-law roared, face livid with rage. "What happened?" Ethan snapped, frowning. "Your sister is dead-and you've got the nerve to be out messing around!" he shouted, shaking. Ethan just laughed, unruffled. "Oh, that's all? Whether Serena's sister lives or dies-what's that got to do with me?" "If her sister's dead, even better. Ha. She talked about divorcing me yesterday, but relax, Dad-one crook of my finger and she'll crawl right back like a dog. Everything the Stones own will be mine sooner or later." His smug voice over the phone was a knife twisting in my chest. My fists clenched so hard they hurt. I wanted to reach through the line and tear him limb from limb. I'd planned to be generous-sign the papers and make him leave with nothing. Now I'd changed my mind. He was going to pay. "You son of a-! The crash victim wasn't Serena's sister. It was Mia!" my father-in-law roared, losing control. Silence. Then: "How is that possible?" Ethan breathed, stunned. He raced over to my house. When he saw me, his eyes flared. "Serena, what the hell are you playing at-how dare you tell my parents Mia got hurt, I-" He froze. He'd just seen the girl standing beside me-my sister. "You're...alive? Then who was on the table yesterday?" I gave him a cold, thin smile. "Weren't you the lead surgeon yesterday, Ethan? You didn't recognize whose sister was lying there?" His eyes went bloodshot. He seized Ivy by the wrist. "Tell me who was on that table?" "Doc, you-you're hurting me," Ivy whimpered, eyes brimming. He let go on reflex. "I only knew she was a young woman," she sniffled, wounded. "I didn't know whose sister." "You'll recognize a photo, though," I said, lifting my phone. I pulled up a picture, "Was this the girl on the table?" Ivy stared, thinking hard, then gave the smallest nod. "I think so. I remember when I cut her, there was a scar on her forehead-just like this." Ethan's knees buckled: he slid to That scar - he knew it. When he'd nearly drowned as a boy, his little sister had slammed her head hauling him out. Blood everywhere, no time to wipe it. That tiny body had dragged him to shore. He'd sworn then to make her the happiest sister on earth. People talk about women who pour everything into their brothers; he'd vowed to be the kind of brother who poured everything into his sister. And he had killed her with his own hands. "You little bitch-you killed my daughter, I'll tear you apart!" my mother-in-law shrieked, lunging for Ivy. Ivy screamed and ducked behind Ethan, sobbing, "Doc, save me, I didn't know it was your sister!" Ethan threw an arm in front of her. "Mom, this isn't on Ivy. It's on me," he rasped. "You're protecting the girl who killed your sister?" my mother-in-law stared at him like he was a stranger, disbelief burning in her eyes.