Margaret continued speaking into the phone, her voice steady and professional as she detailed the accounts Adrian had accessed.

“He is currently en route to Teterboro Airport,” she told the person on the other end. “He has the flight logs registered under a corporate subsidiary.”

She hung up the phone and set it face down on the mahogany wood.

The silence returned to the library, heavier than before.

“It is done,” Margaret said.

“They will arrest him at the terminal,” Grace said.

“They will arrest him before he even reaches the tarmac,” Margaret corrected her.

She looked down at Lily again, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the baby’s features.

“She looks like his father,” Margaret said, her voice barely a whisper.

“She is a Whitmore, Margaret,” I said. “Even if you tried to erase me, you cannot erase her.”

Margaret sat back down in her chair, looking suddenly very old.

“The lawyers will have a field day with this,” she said, her voice dry. “The press will be outside this house by dawn.”