A light rain had started to fall, streaking the glass with thin lines of water.

Nathan led us to the front door.

He unlocked the large black SUV parked in the circular driveway.

“Get in the car,” Nathan said, opening the back door for Johnny, Paul, and Lily.

They scrambled inside, shivering from the damp chill in the air.

Nathan opened the passenger door for me, his hand steady but his face pale.

“Keep that folder safe,” he whispered.

“I will,” I said, holding the leather pouch containing the will against my chest.

I climbed into the seat and pulled the seatbelt across me.

Nathan closed the door and ran around to the driver’s side.

He started the engine, the powerful motor coming to life with a low growl.

As he shifted into reverse, I looked back at the house.

Eleanor was standing under the stone portico, her silk coat damp from the mist.

She was watching us, her phone pressed to her ear.

Her face was shadowless in the fading light, cold and unmoving.

“She’s calling someone,” I said, pointing toward the porch.