I paced the living room for an hour. Every move Skylar made was calculated to corner me.

She had my mother on her side, and she had the money to hire experts. But she didn’t have the truth, and she didn’t have the legal deeds.

That night, I laid all the documents out on the kitchen table. I looked at the mineral surveys and the land titles.

If Skylar wanted a fight, I was going to give her one. I wasn’t going to walk away this time.

I drove back into Little Rock the next day to meet with Marcus Finch. His office was in a tall glass building overlooking the city.

He greeted me warmly and led me into a private conference room. I slid the metal box across the table toward him.