Her face was streaked, her careful makeup no longer perfect.

“You,” Harold said, his voice barely controlled. Joanna put a hand on his arm. “Not here,” she said.

“She just destroyed our family in front of twelve people,” Harold said.

“I didn’t destroy anything,” I said. “I told the truth.”

“The truth?” Harold laughed bitterly. “Your grandmother was manipulated. That lawyer Woods—he must have—”

“Genevieve wrote that will five months after you tried to strip her of power, because she saw exactly who you are,” I said.