laughing, while his uncle raised his wineglass.
I looked at Daniel.
For two years, he had promised that if his family ever crossed the line, he would stand beside me.
Instead, he leaned closer and whispered, “Leave quietly, Evelyn. Please don’t make this worse.”
Something inside me went completely still.
Patricia leaned back. “That’s right. Run home to whatever little apartment you crawled out of.”
They thought I was humiliated.
They thought I had no power.
They had no idea that three weeks earlier, my late grandfather’s estate attorney had
