The news hit Brett like a physical blow. Sutton was dead. The woman who had been once been a vivacious, ambitious, spirited girl, the mother of his son, was gone. The brief, almost clinical news report flashing across the television screen in his mansion's living room held him riverted. The details were sparse: Sutton Van Doren, a prominent socialite, had been found dead in her apartment. And the police were investigating the suspicious death.
There was no detail on what happened to her, no talk of who might have done it. Brett felt a chilling emptiness spread through him. He had just seen her, just a few hours ago. They had argued, exchanged harsh words, but he had never imagined… never imagined this. The realization that he had been the last person to see her alive sent a shiver down his spine.
