PART 3

They came to the hospital three days later, sunburned, furious, and smelling like airport perfume. Mom swept into the room first. Chloe followed behind her, recording on her phone.

“There she is,” Chloe said sweetly. “The victim queen.”

Grandpa rose from the chair beside my bed. Chloe lowered the phone. Mom’s face twitched.

“Dad. You shouldn’t be here. This stress is bad for you.”

“I survived Korea and two heart attacks,” he said. “I can survive your performance.”

Mom turned to me.

“Restart the payments, Maren. We can forget this ugliness.”

“No.”

Her mask cracked.

“You selfish little—”

“My attorney is outside,” I said.

Chloe laughed.

“You are an attorney.”

“Exactly.”

The door opened. My colleague Serena walked in with a folder thick enough to make Chloe’s smile disappear.

Serena placed copies on the table.

“Mrs. Calder,” she said to my mother, “you have received a civil demand for funds obtained through misrepresentation, documented harassment, and defamatory statements. Ms. Vale is prepared to pursue recovery of four hundred eighty-six thousand dollars.”

Mom went pale.

“She gave me that money.”

“I gave it because you claimed you were destitute,” I said. “While hiding rental income from Grandpa’s property and letting Chloe use your accounts.”