“I hope I’m not late to my own estate liquidation.”

For a moment no one in that room breathed at all.

Emmett came out of his chair.

“Marlowe?”

Callum stumbled backward, half out of his seat, his mouth working.

“No.

No, this isn’t — you’re — ”

I walked down the center of the room toward the head of the table, toward my husband, and I watched him watch me come the way you’d watch the dead walk.