With a sigh of resignation, I boarded another taxi and headed for the Torres mansion. I knew Grandma Doris would be there. The mansion belonged to her more than to Rose. But since Grandma Doris was rarely around, her vivacious nature wouldn't let her stay stuck in one place; she didn't allow her age or responsibilities to clip her wings. The mansion was left solely in Rose's care since Mark didn't stay there, giving Rose the chance to wander around bullying and commanding others—her best traits.

As I entered the Torres mansion compound, the car I had left at Milli Bar yesterday was right there in the garage. It was...