But rooms do not decide a person’s worth. Neither do husbands, mothers-in-law, mistresses, money, applause, scandals, or last names carved into stone. Worth is older than all of that. Quieter. Harder to steal.
Lenora had owned the mansion long before she knew it.
But she had belonged to herself even longer.
And that was the inheritance no one could hold in trust, no one could forge, no one could shove to the floor and take away.
