Tomorrow afternoon, I would walk into the mahogany conference room and face my family for the last time.

They would sit in those expensive leather chairs, demanding checks they would never get.

Mr.

Miller would enforce the terms of the trust, and Arthur would drop the injunction on the table.

I set the empty water glass down next to the eviction notice.

I walked back to the front door and looked around the quiet room one last time.

I finished zipping my duffel bag closed and turned off the harsh yellow desk lamp.