Victoria let go of my arm immediately.

She smoothed the front of her expensive coat, her face turning a blotchy red.

“We were just discussing family matters, Henry,” she said, trying to sound calm.

“This does not look like a discussion,” Henry said, walking into the room.

He stood between them and me, his tall frame blocking Victoria from my sight.

“Eleanor has no right to be in this house,” Victoria said, pointing a finger at me.

“The court order gives her forty-eight hours to pack her personal belongings,” Henry replied.

“You have no authority to search her or touch her.”

Charles shuffled his feet, looking down at the dusty floorboards.

“We just don’t want her taking what belongs to the estate,” Charles muttered.

“I am the executor of Garrett’s estate,” Henry said, his voice rising slightly.

“If you interfere with Eleanor again, I will have the sheriff remove you from the property.”

Victoria glared at Henry, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She snatched her leather purse from the bed.

“Come on, Charles,” she said, pushing past her brother.

“We’ll let the lawyers handle this.”