David cut his trip short and flew home.

And by the time I walked into the living room that night, all four of them were arranged and waiting for me like a panel of judges — because Arthur, sensing the ground shifting, had gotten to them first with the story he had threatened me with the night before.

Constance struck first.

“You malicious, toxic woman,” she hissed.

“You came into this family and you have been scheming from the start to tear it apart.” David, his eyes red, pointed a shaking finger at me.

“My father told me everything, Rebecca.