Most girls from your background get two hours and an escort to the bus stop.”

“I have a contract,” I said.

“I hold full signing authority over Bellevue Crest until the probate court finishes its evaluation,” Christopher said, gesturing toward the open archway.

“Take your letter and start looking for a cheap room in town.”

I turned the heavy parchment over in my hands once, felt its stiff, cold edges, and walked out of the room without answering him.

By three o’clock in the afternoon, the second-floor corridor was completely silent.