“”You’re confused. We have documents.””
I looked directly at her.
“”Documents I never signed.””
She rolled her eyes.
“”Honestly, this is exhausting.””
Michael placed his hand on my shoulder.
“”Mom, we need this sale. You don’t understand what we’re dealing with.””
I stepped away.
“”Then tell me.””
He glanced at Vanessa.
She answered for him.
“”We have financial obligations. Michael’s company needs money, and this property is worth a fortune. It makes no sense to let it sit here while we struggle.””
I stared at her.
“”So you decided my home was your solution?””
She crossed her arms.
“”You’re seventy, Eleanor. You don’t need all this space.””
I felt something inside me settle.
Not anger.
Not sadness.
Something colder.
A realization.
They weren’t waiting for me to agree.
They were waiting for me to become too tired to resist.
Then a black sedan pulled into the driveway.
A man in a dark business suit stepped out carrying a leather briefcase.
It was Robert Hayes.
Michael frowned.
“”What’s he doing here?””
Robert walked toward us.
“”Good morning, Michael.””
