The sofas his mother loved.
The dining table Daniel bragged about.
The guest room his sister treated like a free hotel.
Let them think they still had their castle.
On the sixth day, Marcus called.
“Funds cleared,” he said. “Closing is complete.”
I closed my eyes.
“The house is sold?”
“The house is sold.”
That night, Daniel called.
“Claire,” he said coldly, “when I get home, we’re going to have a serious conversation.”
“Yes,” I said softly. “You are.”
