Chapter 24

Rose’s POV

The law office of Berkman, Wade, and Associates smelled of leather, money, and superiority. I adjusted my black dress and studied the others in the conference room. Mom dabbed at her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief. Dad stared blankly at the polished table. Stefan sat apart from us, face drawn and pale.

All of us performing our assigned roles. The grieving family. The heartbroken ex-husband. A perfect tableau of loss.

And why wouldn’t we? Camille was dead. I knew that for certain. The men I’d hired hadn’t just scared her as originally planned, they’d gone further, forcing her car off that bridge, watching it sink into the dark water. They’d called me afterward, panic in their voices. I’d paid them extra for their silence, then cut all contact.

Martin Greene entered, carrying a leather portfolio. Dad’s longtime lawyer looked appropriately grave as he took a seat.

“Thank you all for coming,” he said. “With the court having legally d