Claire rubbed the rough wool of her worn cardigan.

“So you forged a hotel cancellation fax in my name,” Claire said.

She took a step closer to the wall.

“You moved my sons into the hardest bracket, hoping they’d fail quietly.”

“Rules are rules, Claire,” Vanessa said.

“They beat Mason in a fair academic test,” Claire said.

Vanessa checked her reflection in the glass of a locked trophy case.

“Daniel doesn’t want you here,” Vanessa said.