my house.
Vanessa whispered, “What the hell is this?”
I met her eyes calmly.
“The wrong woman,” I said.
Part 3
Richard lunged toward the phone.
Security grabbed his wrist before he reached it.
The room exploded into chaos.
Vanessa screamed that I was unstable. Celeste shrieked about priceless antiques. Richard demanded supervisors, attorneys, names, favors.continue reading …