"He's outside right now, finding you a lawyer."
"Fine. Let him in."
"I have something to say to him."
Sebastian Finch walked in wearing a tailored suit, his face tight with concern.
"Savannah! Are you okay? Did they mistreat you?"
"Don't worry. I'm getting you the best lawyer. I'll have you out of here, I promise."
My parents sat beside him, dabbing at their eyes.
Looking at them, my heart still ached a little.
"Dad, Mom, I'm fine."
"I'll be out soon. We'll spend the holiday together."
Then I turned to Sebastian and let out a cold laugh.
"Sebastian, you can drop the act."
"Deep down, you must be thrilled right now."
He froze.
"Savannah, what are you talking about? We're getting married. Why would I—"
"I said drop it." I cut him off. "You sabotaged that plane's landing gear, didn't you?"
His expression shifted instantly.
Not just him—the two officers beside him, my mom and dad—everyone went rigid.
"Savannah! Stop talking crazy!" Mom nearly slid off her chair.
"You wanted me to die on that plane. Make it look like an accident."
"Because that was the only way to collect the massive insurance payout under my name—plus the company's compensation."