"Katelyn, your bags—leave now." "Why? What—" Her voice cracked before the question formed. "Orders from Mr. Ball. Take only what you can carry. The rest is sealed." The head butler's hands were steady. His eyes were not. "You're throwing me out?" Katelyn grabbed the strap of her overnight bag. "You can't—this is my home." "You can collect possessions later. You cannot stay tonight." He shoved a folded newspaper into her hands. "Read it on the way." "Read it?" She unfolded the paper with numb fingers. The headline stabbed first. "ZENG FAMILY WIPED OUT IN DRUNK-DRIVING CRASH." "That's wrong." She said it like it would change the words on the page. "Ma'am—" The butler lowered his voice. "We have instructions. Estate counsel handled the press release." "Counsel?" Katelyn looked up. "Cade signed a release? Where are my parents? Where's Jonah?" "No one would answer." A maid stepped forward, eyes wet, voice quick. "Calls went to voicemail. The hospital line kept cutting out. We are to leave now." "Who wrote this?" Katelyn jabbed a finger at the headline. "Tell me who wrote this." "There are photographers in the lane. They said the car left the bridge at two in the morning." The butler folded his hands. "Mr. Ball instructed staff to follow the statement. He will handle the arrangements." "Handle?" Katelyn laughed once, a sound without humor. "He hurt them. He—" "Miss Zeng." The maid's whisper pulled her attention. "Someone's taking