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

loves access more than Savannah.

She covered her mouth.

Rachel’s eyes filled.

“I hated that line. I told your father he was being unfair.”

Savannah whispered, “Was he?”

Rachel shook her head.

“No.”

Savannah looked at the page until the words blurred.

Access.

Such a simple word.

Access to rooms.

Access to money.

Access to reputation.

Access to her father’s legacy.continue reading …