Thirty million dollars was a lifetime of absolute security for Mia and me.

But it meant letting Preston walk away with my family’s legacy.

It meant letting him bury the truth of what he had done to my father’s firm.

The car pulled up to the canopy of our apartment building.

Our doorman, Arthur, stepped forward with a large black umbrella to shield me from the snow.

“Five o’clock,” Vance reminded me as I opened the heavy car door.

“I will call you,” I said, stepping out into the cold.

I walked into the lobby, my boots squeaking on the wet marble floor.

I took the elevator up to the penthouse.

My hands were shaking as I pressed the key into the lock.

The apartment was unusually quiet when I stepped inside.

Several cardboard boxes already lined the long hallway.

“Mia?” I called out, my voice echoing off the high ceilings.

There was no answer from the main living room.

I walked down the long corridor toward the bedrooms.

I needed to gather my clothes, my jewelry, and the few mementos I had left of my parents.