Vivian still believed the mansion was hers.

Beatrice still believed I would save the family one more time.

Neither realized they had just thrown out the only person standing between them and losing everything.

Part 2: The Bunny Recorded Everything

The front door closed behind me with a soft click. Inside, Easter music continued as if Emma had not been crying against my coat.

Rain silvered the brick steps. I shifted Emma higher on my hip and forced my voice steady.

“We’re going home, sweetheart. Daddy is coming. He already knows everything.”

Emma sniffed. “Did I break Grandma’s egg?”

The question hurt more than Beatrice’s cruelty.

I tucked damp curls behind her ear. “No, baby. You didn’t break anything important.”

In my purse, the envelope pressed against my ribs. Ten years of payments, receipts, letters, and legal authority waited inside it.

For once, I was not the one begging to be loved.