I paused on the landing, looking down into the foyer.

Harris and his men stood like statues, watching Daniel.

“What do you mean, frozen?” Daniel said into the receiver, his voice rising in panic. “That’s impossible. Rachel handles the accounts.”

He looked up the stairs, his eyes locking onto me as I descended.

“Rachel,” he gasped, holding the phone away from his ear. “Marcus says the business accounts are locked. What did you do?”

“I ended my association with your family’s liabilities,” I said, stepping off the last stair.

“You can’t do that,” Daniel said, his hand trembling as he held the phone. “My brother’s business will go under in a week. My mother will lose her shop.”

“That is no longer my concern,” I said.

The phone in Daniel’s hand began to beep with an incoming call from his mother.

He ignored it, his face turning pale as the reality began to sink in.

“Rachel, we’re a family,” he said, stepping toward me, but Harris immediately stepped between us.

“Back off, sir,” Harris said, his voice hard.