Claire doesn't know what her brothers are thinking. After locking herself in her childhood bedroom and forcing her emotions back under control, she opens the drawer, finds the document folder, flips through it, and pauses for half a second.
Then she takes what she needs.
She slips it into her bag, zips it closed, and exhales.
The moment she turns away, her phone vibrates.
Irene.
Claire answers immediately.
"Claire," Irene's voice is low and tight. "The estate sent Mr. Carter. He says he'll wait until you're back."
Claire's brows knit together. "Where are you right now? Did you go downstairs?"
"No. Leo and I stayed in the room."
"Good." Claire doesn't hesitate. "Don't come out. I'll be back soon."
She hangs up, heart beating faster.
Last night's conversation hasn't left her mind.
