ng, the apartm

from the file on her laptop, on the entry table-right where Cash dropped h

steps on the stair

ore than her foster father made in a year. Gavi

r the document folder as if it were a piec

stairs. "Cash. You need to sign t

ook of pity on his face. He reached

hed, pulling

"Stop this, Isi. I'm going to London for the ro

a game,"

looking away from her.

sir," Gavin said, s

k. If you're still pouting when I get back, buy y

e heavy click of the lock

f it. He hadn't even engaged. He had simply

than anger. I

ge. She reached to the top shelf and pulled out a battered canvas du

dies from college. A photo of her moth

five-carat diamond weighed down h

lled i

next to the bed. It looked small and

ung it over her shoulder a

ton. Nothing happened. T

ed it aga

tercom. It was Mrs. Higgins, the house ma

isn't working,

"No assets are to be removed from the premises until

speaker. "I am not an

utomated, ma'am. I c

ne wen

ust locked her in. He had reclassified her from 'wife' to 'disputed prope

s. Then she turned to the servi

fire

groaned open. The stairwell was c

y fl

g off the useless silk slippers and pulling on the flats from her bag. Pr

an to w

tieth floor. Her breath came in short gasps. But with every

scending. She