So I breathed.

And I opened my eyes.

And I drove us, calmly, toward the only kind of justice that would actually keep my daughter safe: the slow, cold, unanswerable kind, written on paper.

Chapter 10 — The Binders

At ten that morning, Gabriel arrived at the estate with a notary and three thick legal binders.

Veronica came downstairs in an expensive silk blouse, playing hostess.

“I assume Thomas is here to beg for an advance on his inheritance,” she said, examining her nails.