I met her gaze. “You mean the way you were perfectly willing to let me leave the first time, if it benefited Chloe?”
She had no answer.
Ethan stepped aside to clear the doorway for me. Daniel stared at the floor. My father opened his mouth, probably to restore authority he no longer had, then thought better of it.
As I reached the door, Chloe called after me, voice shaking with fury and panic, “You think you’ve won?”
I looked back over my shoulder.
“No,” I said. “I think you married your punishment.”
Then I walked out.
By that evening, I thought the worst was behind me.
I was wrong.
Because at 9:17 p.m., while I was checking into a hotel three miles away, my phone lit up with a number I had not seen in years.
My grandmother’s attorney.
And when I answered, he said, “Ms. Bennett, I believe your sister may have triggered the early release clause in your grandmother’s estate.”
Part 3
I sat down on the edge of the hotel bed before the attorney finished introducing himself.
His name was Howard Lin, and I remembered him vaguely from my grandmother Eleanor’s funeral five years earlier: silver hair, precise voice, the kind of man who never wasted a word unless it mattered. If he was calling at nearly ten o’clock on a Friday night, it mattered.
“I’m sorry,” I said, pressing a hand against my forehead. “Could you repeat that?”
“There is an estate clause,” Howard said, “that activates if another party attempts to obtain, impersonate, or divert assets intended for you through fraud or coercion. We were notified this afternoon of a suspicious document inquiry involving your name, which led us to review related records. Your sister’s recent marriage and the identity concerns surrounding it may have triggered that clause.”
For a moment, I just stared at the hotel wall.
My grandmother had been the only person in my family who ever saw Chloe clearly. Eleanor Bennett had loved us both, but she was not sentimental. She used to say character was what remained after envy stripped away manners. At the time, I thought it sounded harsh. Now it sounded prophetic.
“What does the clause do?” I asked.
