Sienna wanted to say something. She had many questions to ask, but she couldn't even guess where to begin. One of the sisters was lying, and she didn't want to think it was her mother. The sisters were still screaming at each other about money.
Jess rose from her seat, her voice sharp enough to slice through the chaos. "Enough," she declared, silencing the back and forth between Owena and Mrs. Miller.
The two were yelling in circles, repeating the same things over and over, dredging up the crime from their teenage years as if it was a glorious past.
Jess's gaze was steady, ancient authority radiating from her. "How much do you want Owena?"
Owena raised one hand, spreading five fingers. "Fifty million," she said flatly.
The room erupted. Gasps, laughter, disbelief.
Mrs. Miller threw her head back, laughing so hard she nearly choked. "Fifty million? You're insane. Do I look like I have fifty million? You might as well pick up a gun and rob a bank."
