“You told him I’d be gone until Friday,” I said, looking at her spotless wool coat.

“You gave him exactly the window he needed to take the original abstract.”

“I was desperate, Claire,” Lauren said, reaching one hand toward the sleeve of my coat.

“I didn’t think he’d try to throw you and Bennett out of the house.

We’re still sisters.”

I stepped back out of her reach, keeping my hands resting on the leather handles of my briefcase.

“I won’t take your savings, Lauren, but we’re done,” I said.