Callie couldn’t believe her ears.

“Did you really sell her house behind our backs?” she stammered.

Dakota let out a short, bitter laugh, more like a bark, shaking her head at Callie’s naivety.

“Oh, please, don’t act so surprised—especially since you never contributed a single dime to her care,” Dakota said, checking her reflection in the rearview mirror.

“She signed the papers herself, and that’s all that matters to the law. So consider this your reward for being her favorite granddaughter,” she finished with a smirk.

Geneva finally looked up from her lap, her eyes clouded and confused as she scanned the unfamiliar street.

“My dear, is this my house, or did we take a wrong turn?” Geneva whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Callie felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

She wanted to scream at them until her lungs burned, or call the police and drag them back to face justice.

But she looked down at her grandmother, shivering like a frightened child, and knew she couldn’t risk a scene.