“Try not to break anything else while we’re gone,” she told me.
Grant gave me one final look.
“Do not wait up.”
Then they left.
The doors closed.
The mansion became quiet.
I returned to the kitchen.
A stack of plates remained beside the sink.
I washed them one at a time.
Not because Grant ordered me to.
Not because Mavis believed domestic work was the proper punishment for a woman who had married above her position.
I cleaned the kitchen because I wanted it orderly before I ended their life inside that house.
At seven thirty, my driver arrived.
At eight fifteen, I entered the Atlantic Museum of Art through the private executive entrance.
The Atlantic Legacy Gala was the largest business charity event in South Florida.
Bank presidents, hospital executives, politicians, developers, and national reporters filled the ballroom.
The evening’s most anticipated guest was the private chairwoman of Bellamy Holdings.
