Chapter 5

The photograph should have settled what had happened.

Instead, it gave Grant’s family something new to explain away.

Aunt Denise called me around noon the next day, her voice carefully restrained.

“Posting household documents in the family chat was unnecessary,” she said. “Lydia is already humiliated enough.”

I was standing outside the law office, my appointment slip in my hand.

“Did you see the date on the inventory?”

“I saw it.”

“Then you know I never offered her our bedroom.”

Denise exhaled. “Lydia says the list was preliminary. Grant was trying to prepare the house before you came home. No…