Chapter 6: Benjamin
“She did it,” I said, looking out toward my father’s rose garden. “She actually signed papers to sell the house.”
A dry note entered Benjamin’s voice.
“How bold. Shall we begin?”
“Yes. And Benjamin, please make sure the buyers’ attorney understands what happened. I don’t want innocent people losing money because of Eleanor.”
“Already handled,” he said. “I’ll contact their representation immediately. Give it a few hours.”
After we hung up, I walked slowly through the house.
My fingers brushed the walls my father had repaired himself, the built-in shelves he reinforced because he knew I would keep buying too many heavy books.
Every room still held him.
But before I reached the top of the stairs, a hard knock echoed from the front door.
Too soon to be Eleanor.
Too aggressive to be a delivery.
I went downstairs and opened the door. Continue Reading ⬇️
