Naomi looked at me, a quiet, serious expression on her face.

“It’s starting,” she said.

“Will Lily be safe?” I asked, my hands trembling slightly under the table.

“They are too busy trying to save themselves now to worry about a custody battle,” Naomi said.

“But we must remain cautious.”

I stood up, walking to the window to look out at the grey Seattle skyline.

The Harrow name, which had once opened every door in this city, was turning to dust.

I thought of Antoinette, sitting in the grand library of the estate, trying to maintain her composure.

She would soon have to face the society papers, the gossip columnists, and the cold reality of social ruin.

And Grant would have to face the legal consequences of his father’s actions, complicit in the cover-up.

The indictments were coming; it was only a matter of hours.

I thanked Naomi and left the building, my mind racing.

I drove back to the downtown apartment, checking my mirrors at every intersection.

The streets were quiet, the rain turning into a heavy mist.