No dramatic sheriff throwing suitcases onto a lawn.
Just paperwork.
Deadlines.
Keys surrendered.
The mansion was gone.
I did not buy it back.
That surprised everyone.
“Gloria.”
Daniel said.
“You could repurchase it if Harbor House is willing.”
“No.”
“You loved that property.”
“I loved what I thought it represented.”
“And now?”
I thought of Trevor’s hand.
Kristen’s smile.
The forged papers in the study.
“Now it’s lumber, stone, and square footage.”
He nodded.
“What will you do with the proceeds?”
“I don’t know yet.”
For once—
I let money sit without turning it into somebody else’s rescue.
CHAPTER 7 — I SOLD THE COMPANY MY SON EXPECTED TO INHERIT, BUT I DIDN’T SELL IT TO A STRANGER
A year after the assault, Cedarline had its best quarter in three years.
That annoyed me.
I had spent decades believing my personal supervision was essential.
Then scandal forced me to delegate.
The company improved.
