“Well … you actually have resources too, you know,” Sammi pointed out. “Now that you’re no longer in hiding, I’m going to file an emergency petition with the court to release funds from Tanya’s estate to help pay your legal fees and living expenses.”

“You can do that?”

“Of course. As I mentioned the last time we talked, there’s also a substantial life insurance policy. Maya is the primary beneficiary, and you are secondary. I was waiting to hear from you before I filed a claim, but if you agree, I’ll file that claim immediately. In the meantime, as Maya’s guardian, it’s your responsibility to provide for her health and well-being. All reasonable expenditures on her behalf will be approved by the estate’s executor and can be paid out of Tanya’s estate.”

“I forgot to ask. Who is the executor?”

“Do you know Tanya’s friend Demetria?”

“The nutritionist?”

“Yes. She’s a lovely woman. We’ve been in touch. She was devastated about the loss of your sister. I hope you don’t mind, but I did tell her that I’d been in contact with you, and that although I didn’t know your whereabouts, I felt that Maya was safe with you.”

“I appreciate that.” Letty stood up and walked inside to check on her niece, who was still asleep.

“Do you have Demetria’s contact information?” Sammi asked. “I’ll call her as soon as we hang up, and then I’ll forward her information to you.”

“Okay.” A tiny green lizard was poised on the edge of the garden gate, its tail flicking backward and forward.

“I know it’s a lot for you to process,” Sammi said. “And I’ll try not to overwhelm you with all the details. But do you have any idea when you’ll be returning to the city?”

“To New York?” The question took Letty by surprise.

“Yes. We’ll need to decide what to do with Tanya’s town house. After the police finished collecting, um, evidence, I took it upon myself to have it cleaned. I hope you don’t mind, but I thought, when you do return, it would be too upsetting for you to see things as they were.”

Unbidden, Letty’s mind returned to the foyer of the town house, to Tanya, lying on the cold marble floor as a pool of deep red blood seeped from her head, and to Maya, standing at the top of the second-floor staircase, wailing for her mother.

She shook her head to dislodge the brutal image.

“Doesn’t Evan get to decide what to do with the town house? I mean, it belonged to him.”

“Actually, the town house was one of the properties he conveyed to Tanya as part of his tax dodge,” Sammi said. “I thought I’d explained that.”

“Maybe you did. As you said, it’s a lot to process.”