I held out my hand.
“Give me the spare key.”
She blinked. “Austin gave me that key.”
“And I am telling you that you no longer have permission to use it.”
Kathryn hesitated, then reached into her purse and placed the key in my palm.
Austin stepped forward. “This isn’t necessary.”
I looked at him. “You don’t get to decide what is necessary anymore.”
Kathryn hesitated, then reached into her purse and placed the key in my palm.
That seemed to hurt her more than the binder. Not being caught, but being denied access.
Austin looked from me to his mother. “What do you want?”
It was the first honest question either of them had asked.
Kathryn found her voice first.
“I want you both out of my bedroom,” I said. “Then I want you gone for the day while I call my lawyer.”
He stared at me. “You’re serious.”
