The grand foyer of the Helwart estate, usually a space of serene minimalism, felt suddenly claustrophobic. The moment they crossed the threshold, Linsy’s carefully maintained composure faltered. Seated imperiously on the central sofa, like a queen holding court, was Michael’s mother, Nancy Helwart. Her presence was a cold draft in the warm room, and her face was a thundercloud.

"So, you two are the ones stirring up all this media frenzy," Nancy began, her voice dripping with icy disdain. ...