There was nothing left to look at.

We had said everything there was to say, and none of it, in the end, had been about money at all.

Chapter 20 — I Inherited My Life Back

Two hours later, the twilight sky had shifted to a deep, velvety indigo over Maplewood Lane.

The double front doors of my house stood open to the crisp autumn air, and inside, the lights were warm and bright, illuminating freshly polished hardwood floors and a newly painted living room, and the smell of roasted chicken and fresh herbs drifted out from the kitchen.

Fiona sat at the dining-room table, her tongue tucked between her teeth in concentration, gluing glitter onto a poster board for a school art project.