“Thirty days,” Victoria said.

Her voice had lost its practiced honeyed tone and sounded flat and dry.

“Thirty days,” Vance repeated without looking up from the page.

“The trust holds full title to every piece of furniture, artwork, and fixture on the seventeen-million-dollar property.

Personal clothing and untitled items may be removed after an inventory audit.”

Chloe sat in the corner armchair with her knees pulled tight to her chest, tapping her nails on her phone screen over and over.

“Where are we supposed to live, Arthur?” Chloe asked, the ends of her words dragging out into a high whimper.