He looked at you and saw someone who didn’t care about my society friends or my social calendar.”

A sudden urge rose in my chest to bring up the missing leased cars, the forged loan guarantees, and the way she’d ordered Brandon to throw my canvas duffel bag onto the wet driveway the other night.

I kept my jaw set and let the room stay completely still.

“The trust owns a two-bedroom rental house on Oak Street,” I said.

“Three blocks from the grocery store.”