“What have you done?” he hissed.

The rain felt cold against my cheek as I stood on the sidewalk of Park Avenue.

“I simply corrected an oversight, Bennett,” I said, keeping my voice level.

“You think you’re clever,” he said, his breathing heavy through the receiver.

“You think this changes anything.”

“It changes your liquidity,” I replied.

He let out a sharp, ugly laugh that sounded like dry leaves scraping across pavement.

“Check your private accounts, Evelyn.”

“Check the trust fund your father left you.”

“I had the power of attorney updated last month while you were visiting your sister in Vermont.”

“You don’t have a single dollar to your name right now.”

My chest tightened, but I kept my face blank.

Julian watched me closely, his hand hovering near my arm in the damp air.

“And that loyal little dog of yours, Marta,” Bennett continued, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“She has exactly one hour to clear her things out of the carriage house.”

“If she isn’t gone, the security team will remove her for trespassing.”

“She can sleep on the street for all I care.”