“Why are they sending you there?”
“Because I refused to sign another paper.”
“What paper?”
“They want to sell this house.”
The house had belonged to my parents for forty-six years. My father had restored every room himself. The oak staircase still carried a small dent where Julian and I had crashed a wooden wagon when we were children.
“Did you see the document?”
“Only the top page. It had the name of a company.”
“Do you remember it?”
Her brow tightened.
“Silver… Silver Crown.”
“Silver Crown Holdings?”
