“The sheriff’s department will arrive at the estate at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Vivian said.

“I already did,” I replied.

“Your personal belongings will be packed and placed in storage.”

“You have until noon to retrieve them.”

Daniel looked like he was going to be sick.

He leaned against the small mahogany table, his knuckles turning white.

“Where are we supposed to go?” he asked.

“Maya, please. We have nowhere else.”

“You have the apartment in the city,” Claire said, her voice shaking.

“We still have that, right, Mother?”

Vivian didn’t answer.

She kept her eyes locked on mine.

“The city apartment was sold last month to cover the interest on the resort loans,” I said.

Claire looked at her mother in horror.

“Mother? Is that true?”

Vivian remained silent, her jaw set so tight I could see the muscles twitching.

“You thought you were playing a game with a quiet girl from the provinces,” I said, stepping closer to Vivian.

The scent of her expensive lavender perfume was thick, but it couldn’t hide the tension radiating from her.