anxiety in her chest that was tighter than the one in her stomach. She stared out the window as the familiar br

utching her shoes. She just wanted a shower. She wanted to scrub

nto the front door l

pulled it out and tried again

ng for

blocking the entrance with her body. Her

ing," Colette said

, Miss Barrett. Mrs

smelled of lilies and old money-a smell that use

let

rom the top of the stair

up. Her blood

, her arm draped possessivel

h

ond before he masked it with a practiced look of indifference. Tiffany was wearing a silk slip

g the stairs slowly, like a queen greeting a peasant. "Dad

r. Her eyes were locked on Ch

oiding her gaze. "We brok

spered. "Because I was working tw

looking at her. His eyes were cold. "Tiffany und

e," Tiffany giggled,

oug

than Colette's annual salary as an art restorer. She held a porcelain cup of coffee, looking

uests," Meredith said smoothly. "Although,

nearly blinded her. She took a step towa

the shadows of the hallway-private security

ryway table. It slid across the polished w

ee. "Sign this. Renounce your claim to your father's est

t the folder. "T

called. Your father's account is overdrawn. They're

Colette screamed,

Meredith snapped, her mask slipping. "Sign t

ad's shoulder. "Just give it up, sis. Y

he three of them. A table

r. For a second, Mere

half. Then in quarters. She t

id, her voice shaking with adrenal

ed. "And don't come back

he door, down the steps, and into the

l. The screen flas

ndow. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were wild, and she looked