*The temporary restraining order is prepared. We are ready to file at eight a.m.*

I looked at Graham one last time.

He looked like a man who had fallen off a cliff and was still waiting to hit the ground.

“I am going home to put my daughters to bed,” I said.

“Do not come to the house tonight, Graham.”

“The locks have already been changed.”

“And the security team has orders to remove you if you step onto the property.”

I walked past him toward the door.

Gloria tried to block my path, her eyes wild.

“You won’t get away with this,” she whispered.

“The board of the museum, the country club, the entire city—”

“They will do what they always do, Gloria,” I said, looking down at her.

“They will follow the money.”

“And right now, I am the money.”

I pushed past her and opened the door.

The bright light of the gallery hit my face.

The chatter of the crowd seemed to rise in volume.

I walked through the lobby, my heels clicking on the marble.

People stared at me, some whispering, some smiling hesitantly.