That this family did not want us anywhere near this house.”

A sound went around the table, a sharp collective intake of breath, and then a rising murmur of horror.

“She’s lying!” Grayson shouted, lunging forward.

“She found some old letters and she’s twisted them, she’s — she’s not sane, Mom, she’s psychotic — ”

Darcy stepped smoothly into his path and opened a certified legal folder between them like a shield.

“Mr.

Harrington.

My name is Darcy Merrick, and I am counsel to Sloan.