I paid with a credit card Naomi had provided from an emergency trust account.

Our new room was simple but clean, with two double beds and a window that overlooked the shipping containers at the port.

Lily sat on one of the beds, happily coloring a picture of a castle, seemingly oblivious to the storm around us.

I sat on the edge of the other bed, staring at my hands, waiting for the next blow.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

I pulled it out, expecting another angry text from Grant or a lecture from his mother, Antoinette.

Instead, the screen showed an unknown number.

I hesitated, then swiped to answer.

“Amelia?” a woman’s voice whispered.

The voice was young, breathless, and terrified.

“Who is this?” I asked, my voice rising slightly.

“It’s Sienna,” the voice said.

My grip tightened on the phone, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“Why are you calling me, Sienna?” I asked.

“Please don’t hang up,” she sobbed. “The Harrows… they’re going to ruin me. Conrad’s men came to my apartment this morning.”