I nodded.
“What happens to the estate?”
“That depends on the loan agreements, the trust obligations, and the results of the review.”
David leaned forward.
“We should not seek any special treatment because Eleanor is related to us.”
Rebecca nodded.
“The independent teams have been instructed accordingly.”
I looked at my husband.
He understood now that I wanted justice, not a spectacular display of revenge.
Rebecca continued.
“Her family office has requested an extension, but the lenders are entitled to assess whether the contractual conditions have been met.”
“Can they force her to sell things?”
“Potentially, through the applicable processes, if the obligations cannot be satisfied.”
I thought about the mansion with its marble staircase and perfectly arranged portraits.
The rooms where I had spent years trying to be quiet enough, graceful enough, grateful enough.
For the first time, I realized I felt no desire to save the house.
It had never felt like home.
