At that moment, Timothy Sterling's face was ashen. He never imagined that one day Joy Dalton would be so eager, so ruthless in her desire to kill him. What did their twenty years of deep affection and intimacy mean? What was the point of all the years he had cherished and looked after her?
'Was everything she had ever done, everything she had ever said, a lie?'
Joy Dalton hated the way Timothy Sterling was looking at her, as if she were a demon.
