away did I take out my phone.
One unread message from my attorney waited.
Everything is filed. They can’t stop it now.
I looked through the rear window as the mansion disappeared behind me.
Margaret thought she had thrown me out of her house.
She still had no idea whose house it legally was….
By seven that evening, the Whitmore estate resembled a royal wedding.
Black sedans filled the circular driveway. Crystal chandeliers glowed through the windows. White roses covered the staircase where Margaret had dumped my luggage that morning.
