I trace my collarbone in the dust-scented aisle between the metal filing cabinets, the motion betraying the way my body yields to Bianca Quinlan's presence even as I fear she will see too much and pull away. Her broad shoulders fill the narrow space, corded forearms visible when she reaches for documents, and the silver ring twists between her fingers as she points to the inheritance clause we both need to claim what is ours.

The family reputation could destroy everything if they learn what happens in this basement, but when her hand braces beside my head the document falls and her breath mixes with mine, leaving me to wonder whether her dominance will break me open or leave me more alone than before.