They didn't wait.
Less than twelve hours after Damian’s warning, the front desk called my office.
“Ms. Vance, Mr. Sterling is here. He brought officials.”
Before I could respond, the doors to my office suite were pushed open.
Julian entered first, wearing the grave expression he saved for bad quarterly reports. Chloe held his arm and kept her red eyes lowered. Two uniformed court marshals followed them.
A thin man in a rumpled suit walked between the marshals. He carried a scuffed briefcase and avoided my eyes.
“Aria, we’re here to help you.”
The man in the suit stepped forward and placed a document on my desk. It was stamped with a court seal. An Emergency Order for Temporary Conservatorship.
Julian nodded at the man with the briefcase. “Dr. Miles completed a preliminary assessmen
