asked why my things disappeared from locked drawers.”
Beatrice interrupted.
“You’re being dramatic.”
I turned toward her.
“And every time she spoke to me exactly like that while you stayed quiet.”
Adrian closed his eyes.
I had spent years waiting for him to defend me.
That afternoon, I no longer needed him to.
Beatrice suddenly pointed toward the staircase.
“At least this house will need to be dealt with.”
Elena almost smiled.
“What about it?”
“Marital property.”
“No.”
I looked at Elena.
She slid another document across the table.
My
