“She knew exactly what she was doing,” I said. “She did it to keep you and Graham from destroying this place.”

“The judge disagreed,” Celeste said, walking toward the door. “You have fifteen minutes to pack a single bag of personal belongings.”

“You can’t lock me out,” I said.

“The locksmith is already on his way to change the deadbolts,” Celeste said. “If you are on the property after nine o’clock tonight, the sheriff will arrest you for trespassing.”

Alden stepped into the foyer behind me, his face pale.

“Celeste, this is highly irregular,” Alden said. “The probate court hasn’t even reviewed the secondary filings.”

“I suggest you stay out of this, Alden,” Celeste said, her voice dropping to a cold whisper. “Unless you want the bar association to look into your billing practices for the Vance trust over the last five years.”

Alden went quiet, his gaze dropping to the floor.

I felt a sudden, sharp panic rise in my chest.

My phone vibrated in my coat pocket.

It was a text alert from my bank.