“What do we do?” I asked.

“We play their game,” Ethan said. “You must go to the library. The documents Vivian wants you to review are there on the desk.”

“The secondary witness forms,” I murmured.

“Yes,” Ethan said. “But there is something else. Jason has his own set of documents. He will try to get to you tonight, away from Vivian.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he is greedy,” Ethan said. “He doesn’t just want temporary control. He wants a document that says I am permanently incompetent. He needs my wife to sign that declaration.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a barely audible whisper.

“He will try to buy you, Sarah. He will offer you a way out.”

“And if I refuse?”

“He will threaten you,” Ethan said. “You must pretend to consider it. We need him to think he has won until the morning.”

I stood up from the bed, my knees weak.

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, the deep chimes echoing through the quiet house.

Eight hours left.

“Be careful,” Ethan said. “The walls in this house are thin.”