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I’d slept in my car more than I’d slept at home.

Worked so many hours that I might as well be considered full-time.

All of that was because of my brother.

He’d gone out of his way to make my life miserable.

Why would I care where he went?

Three

You find it offensive. I find it funny. That’s why I’m happier than you.

—Jessamy to Black

Jessamy

I was at the lawyer’s office where, apparently, my parents’ will was being read eight days later.

I’d made sure that, in no uncertain terms, I was not to be in the same room as Leo.

If they wanted me to come, Leo couldn’t be there.

Luckily for me, getting into the lawyer’s office was pretty easy.

I’d just hacked into their cameras from the car to check—that was one benefit of being so technologically inclined.

I couldn’t necessarily be a hacker, but I was passable, and knew enough that I could get by if I needed to.

Once assuring myself that he wasn’t inside, I grabbed my bag, locked the door, and double checked that I locked it before walking into the office.

The receptionist smiled and waved, pointing at a seat. “Please, have a seat. Mr. Haversham will be with you in just a moment.”

I nodded at her and took a seat with my back to the wall and my bag in my lap.

I had my feet spread, ready to run if I needed to, and tennis shoes on that would get me out of any situation faster than Crocs would.

Mr. Haversham took ten minutes to call me back, and when I finally arrived in his office, he closed the door and locked it.

Just like I’d asked him to.

“Your brother,” he said. “You don’t get along?”

I snorted. “Not even a little bit.”

Though, my brother would try to say that we did.

And he’d be convincing about it.

“Gotcha,” he said. “You moved out at seventeen?”

“Eighteen,” I said. “Why?”

He held out a set of papers to me and handed them over.

“Your parents left this in their will. They said they couldn’t find you to hand you the information.”

I nearly rolled my eyes.