She was thr0wn out by his family—only for them to realize too late that the house was hers all along.

them.

I closed the laptop halfway.

Then Martin’s mother spoke for the first time since the call began.

“Mrs. Marlowe,” she said, calm and formal, “this conversation has been heard by a witness. I strongly suggest your family stops contacting her directly.”

My mother gasped.

Camille whispered, “Mom?”

My father said something I could not make out.

I did not continue reading …