At the Entrance of a Five-Star Hotel, My Sister Pushed Me Away. “Get lost, you can’t even afford a glass of water here,” She Laughed. My Mother Added, “A former maid like you just smells like bleach. Go back to scrubbing toilets.”

interrupted the sobs.

“Blair?”

Richard had spoken. He finally rose. He gripped the table edge, his knuckles pale, his eyes bewildered as he stared at the total destruction of his family.

CHAPTER 5: THE WEIGHT OF INK AND BLOOD
My father walked slowly down the length of the thirty-foot table, his shoes brushing the Persian carpet. He ignored Harper crying on the floor. Nor did he look at Preston Weller, who was being hauled roughly to his feet by two stone-faced security officers. He passed Eleanor too, who stood frozen