“Are you even listening to yourself right now?”

Erica's voice cut through the Whites' manor's living room like a scalpel through butter. She slammed the folder down forcefully and the coffee table jumped.

“You're chasing ghosts while ignoring the one thing that actually matters.”

“He's not even mine," Chloe shot back, throwing her Hermès bag onto the couch more forcefully than necessary.

“You keep throwing that to my face every time you mention that girl. Every single ...