---- Chapter 6 Sophia was gone. My hand shaking, I grabbed the burner phone and dialed the emergency number. "Isabella?" My grandfather's voice was instant and sharp. "Grandpa... help..." I was so weak I could barely form the words. "Sophia... poisoned me... the baby..." "T'm sending men now!" his voice roared with a fury that promised retribution. "Hold on, child!" Ten minutes later, three men in black suits were in my room. "Miss Rossi," the leader said, his eyes taking in the blood. ''We need to get you to a hospital." "No," I grabbed his arm, a new, icy resolve hardening inside me. "Vincent will find out. Stick to the plan. The death has to be real." "But, Miss, your condition..." ---- "The blood?" I forced myself to sit up, a grim smile touching my lips. "Tt just makes the story more convincing. We do it now." With my last ounce of strength, I smeared more blood on the sheets. Then I opened the safe and took out the divorce papers I'd prepared. Isabella Torrino. I signed my old name for the last time. I placed the papers on the blood-soaked bed, then took out the faded photo from the church. On the back, I wrote: The one who really saved you was never Sophia. "Is the double in place?" I asked. "She's ready, ma'am. She'll take your car to the designated spot." "Get me out of here." ---- We heard an engine outside. Vincent was back. "Go! Now!" The men helped me out a back exit just as a woman wearing my clothes and a wig sped my red Ferrari out the front gate and onto the road. 'We were in an unmarked car on a dark stretch of I-94. I listened to the operation on a secure radio. "Target vehicle is approaching the overpass." "The asset is clear of the vehicle." "Initiating countdown. Ten... nine... eight..." Iclenched my fists, thinking of the child I'd lost. "Seven... six... five..." Sophia had taken everything. "Four... three... two..."