She looked at me with a calm, reassuring smile.

“The evidence is overwhelming, Tessa,” she said.

“How long do Diane and Karen have?” Molly asked, pouring a fresh glass of water.

“By Friday morning, they will be out,” Jennifer said. “The property managers have already hired private movers to pack their belongings.”

“Where will they go?” I asked.

“Probably a cheap motel,” Molly said, showing no sympathy. “Or Brent’s sofa, if he still has one.”

The thought of Diane and Karen losing their luxurious lifestyles didn’t make me feel happy.

It only brought a profound sense of relief.

My daughter would not grow up around people who believed they could steal from others without consequence.

I looked down at Ivy, who was beginning to stir, her tiny fists bunched against my sweater.

“I need to lay her down,” I said.

“Go ahead,” Molly said. “I’ll make some tea.”

I carried Ivy down the hallway to the guest bedroom Molly had prepared for us.

I laid her in the wooden crib and covered her with a soft yellow blanket.

As I watched her breathe, my phone vibrated in my pocket.