funds, their luxury furniture, their electronics, was locked inside the estate pending our civil asset audit, untouchable now, frozen in place like evidence at a crime scene, which, in a very real sense, it was.
Precisely at nine-thirty, Julian and Kloe were escorted off the property by the police officer, dragging their suitcases down the driveway in the dark, weeping and fighting with each other, already turning on one another before they’d even reached the gate, as the heavy iron gates slammed shut behind them with a finality that echoed across the quiet neighborhood.
I stood on the front porch, watching their shadows disappear down the street, feeling a profound sense of justice wash over me, tempered by an exhaustion so deep it felt like it had settled into my bones.
The legal fallout over the next six months was absolute and unyielding. Harrison Vance presented the Texas Department of
