“I am Walter Sterling’s widow!” Victoria stood up from her chair, her velvet jacket brushing against the silver candleholders.

“This house is mine.

The land is mine.

Every board and stone on Lake Anne belongs to me.”

Chloe hurried into the dining room from the foyer, her nails clicking on her phone screen as she recorded the room.

“Mom, please.

Mrs.

Gable from down the lane is staring.”