“Go away!” I shouted through the door. “You have no right to be here. You’re trespassing.”

“Trespassing?” Megan’s voice pierced the storm, shrill with indignation. “We gave up our lease, Claire! Ryan promised me we were moving in here!

You can’t just take the family’s money and hide in the woods!”

She’d brought a clipboard. I’d seen it on camera three — my sister-in-law, standing in a downpour at two in the morning, holding an inventory list for a house she had never set foot in.

“I didn’t take anything!” I yelled. “I bought this house with my own settlement!”

“You’re confused, sweetheart.” Arthur’s tone shifted into something soft and sickening — the voice of a man performing for an audience that wasn’t there yet, building a record.