Rain slammed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, like someone pounding on the glass in desperation.
I curled up on Victor's sofa, reviewing documents with a wool blanket draped over my legs. The television murmured in the background.
"Hawthorne Group has officially declared bankruptcy today."
The doorbell rang.
Victor went to answer it and returned with a gust of cold, damp air, a manila envelope in hand. "Just arrived."
I opened it. Inside was Hawthorne Group's final asset liquidation report.
On the last page, Adrian's signature sprawled across the paper, crooked and uneven, as if his hand had been shaking.
"He went back to the old estate this afternoon," Victor said, sitting beside me. "Creditors were already waiting for him."
I stared at the signature. Once, this name had mean
