Chapter 11 - The CellarTrevor suddenly dropped to his knees.
“Where am I supposed to go?”
I looked at him.
Then at the garden shed.
“You said it was comfortable.”
He stared at me.
I continued.
“You said the fresh air in Aspen Creek was wonderful.”
A few relatives looked away to hide their embarrassment.
I wasn't trying to humiliate him.
I was giving him the exact freedom he had given me.
The freedom to discover what it felt like when someone else decided your comfort didn't matter.
The police began escorting everyone toward the vehicles.
Evelyn cried.
Not because she regretted what she had done.
Because she had lost the villa.
Because her friends at the country club would eventually learn the truth.
Because the story she had told everyone — that her son had bought this magnificent property — had collapsed.
As the last truck left, I watched the gates close.
Silence returned.
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For the first time in three years...
the house was mine again.
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