The town car pulled away from the gala. When we turned the corner, Grace and Liam stepped into the lane. Our driver braked before Liam reached the hood.
He ran to my side and struck the tinted window with his palm. “Clara, stop. You have to listen.”
Grace pressed both hands to the glass. Her evening clothes were wrinkled and damp.
“Fifteen years, Clara. We took you in and gave you a home. We loved you like our own daughter. How can you do this to your family?”
Less than twelve hours earlier, she had called me soulless in front of half the internet.
Alexander glanced at me. “Should I call security?”
“No. I brought something for them.”
I lowered the window. Traffic and Grace's crying entered the car together.
“They're taking the house,” she said. “We have nowhere to go. Please give u
