“It’s done,” I said. “By tomorrow night, the locks will be changed by a new owner.”

“Good,” Molly said, gently taking Ivy from my arms to put her in the crib upstairs. “Now you need to rest.”

I lay back on the soft cushions of Molly’s sofa, the wool blanket pulled up to my chin.

The warmth of the room finally stopped my shivering.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the image of Brent’s smug face when he locked the heavy oak doors of the mansion.

My phone buzzed in my lap.

I opened my eyes, expecting a message from Jennifer or Elliot confirming the next steps of the sale.

Instead, it was a group text.

The sender was Diane, my mother-in-law.

The message contained several photos.

I tapped on the first image.

It was a bright, sun-drenched photo of a private pool overlooking the ocean in Miami.

Diane and Karen were sitting on lounge chairs, holding tropical drinks and smiling widely at the camera.

Underneath the photo, Karen had typed a caption.