The words hung in the air, meant to sting, but they fell flat. I had been submerged in their cruelty for so long that I had developed gills. I simply reached into my purse, pulled out a heavy brass ring, and slid it across the mahogany table.
“The keys to the condo,” I said calmly. “We moved the last of our things yesterday.
David smirked, a look of triumph crossing his face. “Commendable. You’re finally catching on to your station, Catherine.”
“What isn’t yours, you eventually have to return,” Megan added, fueling the fire of her brother’s arrogance.
I didn’t offer a rebuttal. Instead, I reached back into my bag and produced two navy blue passports. I fanned them out like a winning hand at a high-stakes table. “David, the visas were finalized last week. I’m taking Aiden and Chloe to London. Permanently.”
