She wore a dark trench coat, and her silver hair was perfectly coiffed, despite the storm.

She closed the umbrella and stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply on the floor.

She looked at us, her eyes scanning the room with cold calculation.

“Well,” Claire said, her voice smooth and untroubled. “This is quite a gathering.”

She looked at Rose, her sister, with no sign of surprise or affection.

“Rose,” Claire said. “I thought you were gone for good.”

“I came back for what is mine, Claire,” Rose said, stepping forward.

“You have nothing here,” Claire said coldly.

“The police are on their way, Claire,” Daniel said, holding up his phone.

“They have the financial records,” Daniel said.

“And they have Ethan’s confession,” Daniel said.

Claire didn’t flinch. She turned her gaze to Ethan, her expression hardening.

“You always were weak, Ethan,” Claire said.

“I gave you an opportunity to save yourself, and you failed,” Claire said.

“It’s over, Aunt Claire,” I said, my voice firm.

“We know about the fraudulent mortgage,” I said.

“We know you used Ethan to try and steal Waverly Lane,” I said.