Celeste walked over to the fireplace, touching a small ceramic horse on the mantelpiece.

She winced at the dust on her fingertips and wiped them on a tissue.

“We saw your car parked down the lane,” Celeste said, looking at me. “You’ve been avoiding our calls.”

“I’ve been busy,” I said.

“Busy looking for things that don’t belong to you,” Graham said, turning to face me.

He took a step forward, his tall frame blocking the light from the window.

“The estate is going to be sold,” Graham said. “Cypress Meridian is ready to close.”

“I know,” I said.

Graham blinked, surprised by my calm response.

“You know?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “In fact, I just messaged Harper Sloane.”

Celeste turned around from the fireplace, her eyes narrowing.

“What does Harper have to do with this?” she asked.

“I told her to arrange a meeting,” I said. “Under the right terms, I am willing to sign the deed.”

Graham stared at me, trying to read my face.

“You’re giving up?” he asked, his voice suspicious.