PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

her life had collapsed.

But collapse had not been the end.

It had been the clearing.

The truth had walked into that room wearing Margaret’s green coat and carrying her father’s love in a leather folder.

Her babies had not only inherited a company.

They had inherited protection.

And Savannah had inherited herself.

Her phone buzzed.

A message from Amelia.

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