The Black Cube stood silently in the distance, forming a dim backdrop. Before her, Westley half-turned his head, causing several loose folds of skin to bunch up on the side of his neck.
A patch of stubble had begun to sprout on his chin, a salt-and-pepper mix, like the wavering shadow of suspicion.
Westley had just stepped through the second door. To stop Brianna, he turned back, bracing one hand on the doorframe and revealing the wedding ring on his finger.
That moment, that scene, was forever etched into Brianna's mind.
She had always felt that was the last time she saw her father.
After that moment, she had, of course, seen more of Westley: one who cursed, one who cried for help, one who struggled and fought back, one who almost killed her… But all of them were strangers. Looking back, none of them seemed like the father she knew.
The last time she saw her father—as she would later describe it to the police—he was standing inside the doorway, having just told her to leave.
