Part 3
The detective caught Evan by the arm before he reached Mr. Halden.
“Sit down,” the detective said.
“This is harassment!” Evan shouted. “My wife is dead, and this witch is using her corpse to steal my company!”
At the word corpse, something ancient and cold settled inside me.
I walked to the small speaker beside the pulpit. Mr. Halden gave a single nod. Then he pressed play.
Emma’s voice filled the church.
Soft. Trembling. Alive.
“Evan, please. I’m pregnant.”
Then Evan’s voice, low and cruel.
“You think that baby saves you? You think my father’s shares make you powerful? I built this life. Not you. Not your gutter mother.”
A gasp rose behind me.
The recording continued.
