She walked over to the armchair and picked up her wool coat.

“Sophia, wait,” Daniel said, taking a step toward her.

She didn’t look back as she walked toward the front door.

The heavy oak door clicked shut behind her, the sound echoing through the high ceilings of the foyer.

Richard sat back down on the leather sofa, his hands resting on his knees.

He looked at me, his brow furrowed with a lifetime of practiced authority that no longer worked.

“Emily,” Richard said. “Let’s not be rash. We can sit down with the attorneys tomorrow and resolve this.”

“There is nothing to resolve, Richard,” I said.

“You are destroying this family,” Margaret said, her voice trembling as she finally spoke.

“Your son did that when he took my inheritance to fund his mistress’s apartment,” I said.

I pointed toward the front hallway.

“I want both of you out of my house,” I said.

“Now.”

“This is Daniel’s home too,” Margaret said, standing up.

“The deed is in my name,” I said. “Paid for by the trust my grandfather left me.”