Hollingworth set a pen on the folder.

“Last chance, Katya.” I gave him a slow, calm smile, and I did the only theatrical thing I would allow myself all night.

“One, two, three, four, five.” I pointed to each attorney in turn.

“You brought quite an army for one daughter.” My mother stood, her patience gone.

“Enough with the dramatics.” “It’s a good thing,” I said, glancing toward the door, “that I didn’t come alone.”

Chapter 5 — I Didn’t Come Alone