I looked down at the paper.

The printed text laid out a complete release of all claims against Chloe and a formal promise that I would make no further statements to police investigators.

“I’m not signing this, Brenda,” I said.

“You sign it or you’ll regret it,” Brenda said, her jaw tightening.

“You have no money, no husband, and a low-level clerk job that Dad practically paid to get you.

Do you really think you can go to war against your own father’s legal team?”