“As long as she’s alive, we can’t touch a cent of the company,” Heather could be heard saying.

“It just has to look like an accident,” Bradley answered, his voice empty.

In the living room, Heather panicked, tore the bracelet off her wrist, and dropped it on the glass table. “I didn’t push her down those stairs!” she screamed.

“I was only standing there!”

“Shut your mouth, you idiot!” Bradley roared, his face twisting.

The shouting woke Tanya, and she started to cry against me. “Grandma, why is Daddy yelling again?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.