Yesterday after Ivy and Misty had returned from the long family lunch, they had run into Debra at the honor bar in the music room, where she was having a cup of tea. Debra told Ivy that she was there to discuss the settlement of the estate left by their father. Ivy hadn’t known that Darla’s father had died, but then, she knew little of Darla. The woman had too many prickly thorns to get past, and Ivy wondered if she ever would. The judge had ordered mediation, and Imani was helping her prepare.
If only there were a simple solution.
Ivy stepped into a pair of low-heeled pumps. As she did, she paused, gazing at the interior of her closet. She turned slowly, taking in the closets and drawers, the molding, the parquet floor. As outlandish as Shelly’s idea to tear apart the house might have b
