Chapter 26

Mrs. Hart POV

I underestimated Cora.

Terribly.

I thought she was one of those timid little girls who would stay in her lane, too scared to raise her voice, let alone raise her head. I never imagined she would find my address, dress up with arrogance stitched into every seam of her outfit, and march straight into my home like she owned it.

No courtesy, no warning, no shame — just boldness dripping from her like expensive perfume.

She isn’t here for a friendly visit.

She ...