Chapter 3

Early the next morning, the moving truck I'd arranged pulled up outside Riverside Manor.

Margaret and Richard stood on the second-floor balcony in their robes, watching me direct the movers like I was some kind of clown, loading up what they saw as nothing but junk.

"Look, she really is hiring people to haul away trash," Margaret sneered. "She must be crazy, giving up her cushy life as the Sinclair family's daughter-in-law to play trash collector."

Richard snorted. "Let her. It's for the best. This way, we make a clean break and she won't come back to bother us."

I…