GRACE'S POV
Elena's wire transfer hit my account Monday morning—two million dollars that made my balance look surreal, like someone else's life I was observing from outside. I was staring at the numbers on my phone when it rang with a Seattle area code I didn't recognize.
"Grace Monroe?" The voice was older, cultured, with an edge that reminded me of someone but I couldn't place who. "This is Catherine Monroe. Your father's sister."
My father's sister. Aunt Catherine, who I'd met exactly twice in my life—once at my dad's funeral when I was twelve and once at my high school graduation where she'd written me a check for five thousand dollars and told me not to waste it. She'd disappeared after that, no calls or cards or acknowledgment I existed. My mom said she was complicated, that she a
