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"When they ask who can explain that room, Mallory, there's only one person in the world. And he's sitting beside you."

And there it is. The final twist of the knife.

The rescue. The arm around me in the study, the low voice moving me to the door, the dark car waiting at the foot of the drive. He didn't get me out to save me. He got me out so there would be no room left in the world that didn't have his version in it.

"So," Henry says.

He says it like the gentlest word in the language. He’s laid it all out on the seat between us. The real reason Kelsi was on that road. The bond he imagines between us. The wealth behind the gates. The gun. Every door closed, every escape cut off. He is not threatening me. He is welcoming me. He believes, completely, that I have nowhere left to stand but with him.

"You understand now," he says. It isn't a question. "There's nowhere else for you to go."

I look at my phone, facedown in the console on his side, nearer his hand than mine. I think of grabbing it, calling for help, throwing it at the glass. It may as well be on the far shore. I look at the black water beyond the barrier, sliding past in the dark. I look at his hands, both of them, easy on the wheel, a man who has never once doubted the world will hand him what he reaches for.

I understand exactly what he is offering me. His life. A place inside his story, my grief turned into proof, my guilt made useful.

To take it, I only have to agree. That Kelsi was a gift he handed me. That David was the price of being saved. That Julia, the Ericksons, Lena, and Chris were the cost of keeping him hidden. That he is the last voice, and there is no version of tonight that isn't his. Only that.

"No," I say.

He almost smiles, patient, sure it is the shock talking. "No?"

"Never."

Kelsi was never his to give me.

I lunge for the wheel.

I get both hands on it. For the first time in two years, my hands close around a wheel, and I wrench it toward the rail with everything left in me.

The car lunges. Henry's hands are there in the same instant, fast, so fast, grabbing. He shouts my name, the first time all night his voice has broken open. For a second, we are both on the wheel, the car screaming across the wet lanes with the two of us fighting for control.

He is stronger. He would win. But the road is slick with water, and the tires have already let go. The back of the car floats out as it floated once before on another road. This time, I don't try to save it. I turn us harder into the black.

Henry wrenches back.

The car snaps sideways.

The concrete barrier comes up too fast. We hit it at an angle. The front wheel rides up, metal screaming against concrete, and suddenly the whole car is lifting. For one weightless second, there is no road under us, only rain and headlights and Henry's hand still locked over mine.

Then the car goes over.

We come down hard on the path beyond the barrier, already rolling toward the outer rail and the open darkness past that. The last thing I see is the lake below us, black and waiting.

The water comes up to meet us with both hands.

Chapter Forty-Three

We hit the water and the water is a wall.

The airbag fires in the same instant, a white blow out of the dash that slams me back into the seat. Already it’s sagging, spent, a wet, slack thing across my lap as the lake comes in.

The water crashes through the front of the car in one blow, a fist the size of the whole lake. The windshield that burst on the barrier caves inward at one corner. The cold comes with it, so fast my body understands before I do.

The rain, the engine, the scream of metal, all of it cuts off at once. In its place comes a low, enormous pressure that is everywhere, in my ears, behind my eyes, filling the space where the noise was.

The car goes down nose-first, tipping me forward into the belt, and the black water climbs the glass on every side.

Something in the dashboard has cut a line of pain down my shin. The water is already climbing over my ankles, then shins, then thighs. It doesn’t move like water. It comes in heavy and total, as if the lake means to fill the whole cabin before I can think.