Chapter 4

I stumbled out of the bathroom, my legs barely supporting me. The hallway seemed endless, the elegant wallpaper blurring as tears threatened to spill. I needed air—needed to escape the suffocating reality of what I'd just witnessed.

My phone vibrated in my purse. An unknown number. I almost ignored it, but something—perhaps the same instinct that had made me look for those champagne glasses—made me answer.

"Mrs. Linda Collins-Miller?" The voice was crisp, professional. "This is Arthur Harrison, executor of the Collins Family Trust."

Collins Family Trust? I'd never heard of it.

"I apologize for the timing, Mrs. Miller, but…