(Livia)
I read my father's message again before folding the letter. Julian had told him about my hospital visit, yet Dad hadn't bothered to ask whether I was injured. All he cared about was getting my signature on those papers. I placed the envelope beside me and looked at Mrs. Harris.
"Julian called my father."
Mrs. Harris looked at the letter in my hands. "What did he say?"
"He wants me to sign those papers by noon, or I'm no longer his daughter."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Prescott."
I looked at the documents my father had sent. The deadline was approaching, and I still hadn't decided what to do about Mom. Dad had threatened to sell the house if I refused to sign. I knew he was capable of carrying out his threat.
"Could I borrow your phone?"
"Of course."
"I need to call my mother."
Mrs.
