silence. Giovanna stood motionless, letting the downpour soak he

cision. She opened the voice memo app and pressed r

through. "Still here? Do you want me to call

apped in a plush robe and holding a large golf umbrella, stormed ou

sneered, her face twisted with malicious glee

nose at the drenched figure before her. "I am giving you one last

und of the rain, quiet but carrying an impossible w

ou're still part of this family?" she shrieked, her voice cr

frustration, Danielle hu

ered onto the wet driveway, splashing mu

landed on a heavy, decorative terracotta planter filled w

or a grip. Quinn didn't move to stop her. Sh

avy pot. "Get out of my house!" She put all her weight into

ked precariously. But the intent was c

contorted by hate, and the last

er face, making her look pale and spectral in the stor

old and hard as diamond, "including this

snapped toward the phone, their eyes w

ile, and slipped the phone back into her small eve

right," she said, the words falling l

iovanna Brooks, am initi

y dissolve any and all legal ties of adopt

face wen

e lethal. "Second, I will be retaining a forensic accounting team to audit e

dress, every meal. We will put a

you back. Every last

ill exist between us is a legal do

ore violent than any thrown object. It left Quinn and Danielle ut

ber that had been waiting patiently by the curb, pulled open the door, and