Sophie walked into the foyer of the Main House, shaking the rain from her umbrella, still trembling from her near-miss with Lucas.
The doorbell rang.
She opened it to find a process server standing on the porch. “Sophie Laurent-Croft?”
“Yes?”
“You’ve been served.”
He handed her a thick manila envelope and left. Sophie tore it open.
*EMERGENCY PETITION FOR CUSTODY.*
*Petitioner: Lady Beatrice Croft.*
*Subject: Leo Croft.*
*Reason: Unsafe Environment. The current household arrangement constitutes moral turpitude and bigamy, exposing the minor child to psychological harm.*
Sophie dropped the papers. The floor seemed to tilt beneath her. Beatrice hadn’t attacked Malcolm, the predator who had frozen her money; she had attacked the “Weak Link.” She was using the chaos of Victoria’s return to take the one thing Sophie loved more than William: his son.
“No,” Sophie screamed, her voice breaking the silence of the “Impossible House.” “You can’t have him!”