“I don’t want to go back there,” Ruby said, her voice small. “She said we don’t belong.”

“You belong wherever you want to be,” I said softly. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”

I picked up my phone and unlocked it.

I opened my secure messaging app and called Arthur.

He answered on the second ring.

“Jocelyn,” Arthur said, his voice calm and professional. “I saw you received the file.”

“I did,” I said. “I am in the car with the girls. We’ve left.”

“I assumed as much,” Arthur replied. “The file I sent is the fully executed lease agreement for the Highland Park property.”

“Tell me about the payments,” I said, watching a pair of headlights pass in the distance.

“Graham’s firm, Ralston Enterprises, is the named tenant,” Arthur explained. “The monthly rent is twenty-two thousand dollars.”

“Is he current?” I asked.

“No,” Arthur said. “He is currently ninety days in arrears. He owes Cypress Holdings sixty-six thousand dollars in back rent.”

I leaned my head against the leather headrest.

“He told his mother he was paying the lease every month,” I said.