The first week at the farmhouse was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you hear your own heartbeat. Liam spent most of his days on the phone with lawyers and accountants and board members. Sterling Industries was in chaos. Charles's death had left a vacuum, and everyone wanted to fill it.I spent my days in the garden. The soil was rich. Dark. Full of worms and roots and things that had been growing long before I was born. I planted tomatoes. Lettuce. Herbs I could not name. I did not know what I was doing. But it felt right. It felt like something my mother would have done.On the eighth day, a car pulled up the driveway.Black. Tinted windows. Expensive in a way that did not show off.Liam walked out of the house. His face was hard. His jaw was tight."Stay inside," he said."No.""Ellie.""I am done hiding."The car door opened.Catherine stepped out.She looked different. Thinner. Paler. Her hair was grey at the roots. Her eyes were red. She had been crying."Liam," she
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