“Just get them, Alexandra. Call me when the wire to Nathan is sent.”

She hung up.

I logged into my personal account, the one Richard had never been able to touch.

It was the small fund my father, Arthur, had set aside for me before he passed.

With a few taps, I authorized the transfer of forty-five thousand dollars to Nathan’s company.

It hurt to watch that balance drop, but I had no choice.

I walked back to Nathan, who was watching his men adjust the spreader bars on the crane.

“The wire is sent,” I said, showing him the confirmation screen on my phone. “It should be in your account in five minutes.”

Nathan looked at the screen, then looked at me.

“Thank you,” he said. “We’ll keep moving.”

He blew a sharp blast on his whistle, and the crane operator began to tension the cables.

I didn’t watch the living room lift.

Instead, I walked toward the bedroom wing of the modular home.

The temporary stairs had been removed, so I had to pull myself up onto the exposed subfloor of the hallway.