“Things aren’t getting difficult for me, Grant,” I said softly. “They are getting difficult for you.”

I walked past him and headed back up the stairs to get my daughter.

As I reached the landing, I heard Antoinette’s voice rise in a sharp, panicked tone from the drawing room.

“Conrad, look at the television. They are mentioning Sienna’s name.”

I paused on the stairs, my hand gripping the wooden banister.

The television anchor was indeed reading a new statement.

“Sources close to the investigation suggest that a former executive assistant, Sienna Cole, is currently cooperating with federal prosecutors under a grant of immunity.”

I smiled to myself in the dark hallway.

Sienna had made her choice, and she had chosen survival over the Harrow family name.

I went into Lily’s room, gently woke her up, and wrapped her in a warm blanket.

She rubbed her eyes, looking up at me with sleepy confusion.

“Are we going on an adventure, Mommy?” she whispered.

“Yes, baby,” I said, lifting her into my arms. “A short one.”

We walked down the stairs, past the drawing room where the voices were still raised in bitter argument.