Reeves swiped the tablet again.

This time the shrill, aristocratic voice of Elaine Ashford filled the room.

“We need to make absolutely sure the punitive clauses in the prenup trigger before that child is born,” Elaine’s voice echoed off the chandeliers.

“God willing, if Mara loses the baby to ‘stress,’ Daniel gets the public sympathy, we keep control of the trust, and we’re finally rid of that middle-class parasite.”

Beside me, Sarah choked out a sob. “Oh my God. They’re monsters.”

A cold, absolute quiet fell through the center of my body.