Then an agent placed a sealed envelope in front of my parents.

My father opened it.

His expression changed immediately.

Because the documents inside didn’t just concern my penthouse.

They exposed an inheritance my parents had concealed for years.

And that was when I realized they hadn’t simply tried to take my home.

They’d been taking from me long before I ever bought it.

I watched the confrontation through a secure video connection.

My penthouse in Arlington was filled with law enforcement personnel, my parents, my sister, and Paige’s two children.

I was still in London.

The senior agent placed a white envelope bearing official markings on the marble coffee table.

My mother, Elaine, immediately protested.

“I’m not accepting anything!”

The agent remained composed.

“Ma’am, refusing to take the documents doesn’t make the situation disappear.”

My father, Richard, stood beside her, suddenly much quieter than usual.