Briar POV
“Where is she?” I demanded.
“You can’t come in here, Miss.”
“This is my house as much as it is his!” I yelled at the poor housekeeper.
None of this was her fault; she was just in the way of a grieving girl.
Dad slammed the papers in front of him on the desk.
“Both of you get out of my office!” Dad yelled.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me where you took my grandmother!”
“Corinne, leave us,” he banished the house help.
She bowed her head. “Yes, sir.”
“You heard about her passing. I was going to inform you when everything was taken care of.”
“Like what, Dad? I know everything!”
Dad rose slowly.
“There needs to be an autopsy done,” I demanded.
“What do you think you know, Briar Freya James?”
I shook my head. He couldn’t intimidate me. Something inside me just
