Guilt tripped through me. Oh, boy. This was a different conundrum to face. An ethical one I’d not factored into my euphoria over coming to the realization that Dane was alive. A part of me wanted to tell Mikaela of my suspicion and have her call off the event. But that could be detrimental to Dane’s efforts, when we needed to perpetuate the myth of his death. Still, it was difficult to let Mikaela go through with a service when I knew it was a farce. Emotionally, she’d suffer. Financially, too, though I could easily compensate her. I couldn’t, however, make it up to her that I let her believe Dane had never made it out of the Lux. Yes, it was odd that I was so obsessed over this woman’s feelings—after all, I’d feared what her true intentions were when it had come to my husband. But I wasn’t like my mother, whose sole focus was herself. I wasn’t cold and callous. Which almost made me reach for the phone. But no. I couldn’t tip off Mikaela, even if she was Dane’s lifelong friend.
