CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
A month later
I’d returned to my childhood home.
Claude had been there, welcoming me home with tears in his eyes. He’d hugged me for a full five minutes. A few of the maids were still employed, and they were all happy to see me, but I was different. They saw it. They’d expressed well-wishes to me, then lied as they expressed their condolences after my father’s body was found.
Everything had happened as Kai said it would. Every. Single. Thing.
I’d been declared alive and welcomed back into Milwaukee’s high society. They’d thrown me a party. All the while, I was on automatic pilot. I barely remembered what happened day to day.
I knew my father’s old management team had all been fired. Not by me. Kai likely sent the orders down—a new accountant, a new business manager.
