Chapter 24

**ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW**

The law office of Berkman, Wade, and Associates smelled of leather, money, and superiority. I adjusted my black dress and studied the others in the conference room. Mom dabbed at her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief. Dad stared blankly at the polished table. Stefan sat apart from us, face drawn and pale.

All of us performing our assigned roles. The grieving family. The heartbroken ex-husband. A perfect tableau of loss.

And why wouldn't we? Camille ...