“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.” How-To,DIY & Expert Content
“Already handled. I’ll contact their representation immediately. Give it a few hours.”
After I hung up, I walked through the house slowly. My fingers brushed the walls my father had repaired himself, the built-in shelves he had 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.
It was too soon to be Eleanor.
Too aggressive to be a delivery.
I went downstairs and opened the door to find a man in a dark suit holding a thick envelope.
“Harper Sterling? You’ve been served.”
I tore it open as he walked away. It was not about the house sale. Eleanor had filed a petition to freeze my personal bank accounts, claiming I had been stealing from the estate. She was not only trying to take the house. She was trying to cut off my money before I could fight back.
The war had not just begun.
