When she got home she made sure all her affairs were in order. There were the inheritances set up for Pansy’s children and for Lucio’s. Now that they were all adults they had full access to them, and she’d placed a little mountain of gifts and books for each of them inside, tailored to their tastes. The safehouse was fully paid for and well-concealed; it would stand the test of time if she ever had to return to it, and though by now she’d squared away most of the money she had left there was still a small fortune left to take care of herself or someone else should she need to—