Evelyn had asked a question, in her aggressive hand, meaning it as a taunt, certain of the answer.

Who comes for you now?

She had been so sure the answer was no one.

She had built her entire cruelty on that certainty.

And she had never once imagined that the isolated orphan she despised had, tucked away in her memory, a single seven-digit number that could summon an answer to that question so overwhelming it would end the Vance family as she knew it.

Chapter 11 — The Courier