it was-the scent of her own perfume was gone, replaced by Jana's heavier

o the living ro

fully wrapping a bronze sculpture in bubble wrap. Jana was standing by the bookshelf, poi

anel suit-the cream one with the gold buttons. On her wrist glittered the d

asked, her lip curling. "Your

, her face pinched. "Estella, d

walked straight past the moving

to the study. "Where do you think you're go

Estella said, her voice quiet

-empty, the walls bare where the art had been taken down. She walked to the bu

e click

enda and Jana were standing in the doorway,

ry. Just the thick leather portfolio. She pulled it

t the doorframe. "You hid a bunch of pape

missive sniff. "Honestly, Estella, taking th

," Jana said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "

ward the door, but Jana didn't move out of her way. She had to brush

the wall, half-hidden behind a stack of boxes, was a painting. It was a small watercol

had a crease in it where something

, physical pain in her ches

face. She walked over to the painting, her heels clicking o

he frame with the pointed toe of her shoe. The painting skidd

g thing inside her, screaming at her to lunge, to scratch, t

es. She looked at Brenda, who was smirking. She looked at th

th it. This plac

to open. She looked at Jana, then at Brenda, m

like ice. She turned and walked out the front

didn't need them. She ha