surrender,” Mara said.
On the security feed, Daniel smirked toward the front door.
Then he pounded on it.
“Claire! Open up! Mom and I are here to settle this.”
I stood in the hallway holding the blue folder, the signed order, and another envelope that had arrived from the bank.
“Ready?” Mara asked.
I opened the door.
Daniel’s smile vanished.
Then he saw the paper in my hand.
And froze.
Daniel stared at me as if he no longer knew who I was.
“What is that?” he asked.
I held
