“But she isn’t driving away in that car until we settle this.”

“Settle what?” Juliette demanded.

“You stole my keys. That is theft. I can call the police.”

“Go ahead,” I said.

“Tell them your daughter-in-law won’t let you leave your free vacation.”

Sarah leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.

She looked exhausted, but there was a faint, bitter smile on her face.

“She won’t call the cops, Annie,” Sarah said.

“The last thing she wants is a police report with her name on it right now.”

Juliette glared at her daughter, but she didn’t deny it.

“What do you want, Annie?” Juliette asked, her voice dropping into a low hiss.

“I want you to pay for what you took,” I said.

“I don’t owe you anything,” she said.

“You invited us here.”

“I invited you for a weekend visit seven years ago,” I said.

“Since then, you have treated this place like your personal resort.”

I stepped back, away from the door, forcing them to look at me in the wider space of the kitchen entry.