Daniel made a small sound of approval. “Emily mentioned she’s been feeling like Naomi’s been distant lately. Maybe suspicious.”
“She’s always been jealous,” my father muttered. “The business belongs to the people who actually show up for it.”
The SUV slowed. The resort entrance came into view.
“We’re here,” Marcus said, his voice perfectly even.
The car came to a stop. Marcus stepped out, walked calmly around to the back as if checking something near the bumper, and eased my door open just enough to whisper a single word.
“Now.”
The Moment I Sat Up
I pushed the blanket aside and sat up straight.
My hands were trembling. My voice was not.
“Good morning,” I said.
My father’s face went the color of chalk. Daniel spun around in the front seat, staring at me as if the laws of physics had stopped working.
“What are you doing in there?” my father snapped.
“I’ve been here the whole time,” I replied calmly. “And I heard everything.”
Daniel shifted in his seat. “Naomi, let’s just take a breath and talk about this reasonably.”
“No,” I said. “There is nothing reasonable about what you just described. There will be no signature. No transfer. No notary. And if anyone places a document in front of me today, my attorney will be on the phone before the first vow is spoken.”
“You’re being dramatic,” my father said in his familiar, dismissive tone.
I held up my phone. “I recorded the conversation.”
No one spoke.
My mother appeared at the resort entrance in silk and heels, her smile already arranged and ready.
