“It also carries a signature represented as yours.”
I shook my head.
“I never agreed to guarantee her debts.”
“Then we’ll challenge it.”
“How much money?”
He hesitated.
“Clara, the guarantee references a credit facility with a maximum commitment of forty-eight million dollars.”
The room seemed to tilt.
I gripped the bed railing.
“Forty-eight million?”
“That doesn’t mean you owe that amount, and it doesn’t establish that the document is enforceable.”
I could barely hear him.
“My mother put my name on a forty-eight-million-dollar obligation?”
“That’s what the document appears to claim.”
Chloe covered her mouth.
“She told me you had agreed to help the family financially.”
I turned toward her.
“When?”
“At breakfast last month.”
“What exactly did she say?”
“She said you’d finally learned to contribute instead of taking.”
The words struck harder than I expected.
For years, Eleanor had portrayed me as the daughter who contributed nothing.
