Grant followed behind them, looking pale, his silk tie slightly crooked.

He did not look me in the eye.

Antoinette was absent, but her presence felt heavy in the room.

“Amelia,” Conrad said, his voice deep and practiced.

He sat down opposite me, adjusting the heavy gold cuffs of his shirt.

“We can end this quietly,” Conrad said, leaning forward.

“There is nothing quiet about what you’ve done,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.

Richard Vance laid out a thick stack of documents on the table.

“Mrs. Harrow,” Vance said, addressing me. “We have filed an emergency petition to invalidate the agreement of October twelfth, nine years ago.”

“On what grounds?” Naomi asked, her voice calm and level.

“Non-disclosure of significant personal assets on the part of your client,” Vance said.

“And we have witness statements regarding Mrs. Harrow’s recent erratic behavior.”

Grant shifted in his chair, clearing his throat.

“It’s for Lily’s safety, Amelia,” Grant said, his voice cracking slightly.

“Don’t speak her name,” I said, staring directly at him.

Grant looked down at his hands, his fingers twitching.