Deed of Trust…” Richard read aloud, his voice cracking into a high, horrified squeak. “Default notice… Notice of Trustee’s Sale… Oakridge Manor?”
He turned toward Eleanor, his eyes blazing with disbelief.
“Eleanor,” Richard roared, the sheer volume of his voice making the crystal glasses on the table ring like warning bells. “What is this? What is this notice from the bank?”
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Harper fell silent, looking up from the floor with wide, incredibly guilty eyes. Connor sank deeper into his chair, as though wishing it would swallow him.
“I’ll tell