Chapter 8 - THE FOLDER OPENSMy father opened the evidence folder only after I had spoken with police, seen a doctor, and moved into his guest room.
Not in front of Julian.
That surprised me.
“What was the point of bringing it?”
Dad said:
“Julian needed to understand you were not isolated anymore.”
“That sounds theatrical.”
“It was slightly theatrical.”
“Retirement is ruining you.”
“Probably.”
Then he opened it.
Sections.
TAB 1:
Deed and prenup.
TAB 2:
Townhouse mortgage statements.
TAB 3:
Credit-report inquiries.
TAB 4:
Loan correspondence.
TAB 5:
Business-entity records.
TAB 6:
My injury photographs.
TAB 7:
Audio and message logs.
TAB 8:
A draft listing agreement.
I stopped.
“What is that?”
Dad slid it toward me.
A brokerage logo.
Townhouse address.
Proposed list price:
$1.09 million.
Owner:
Audrey B. Hayes.
Signature line.
My name already typed beneath it.
Signature image blank.
Agent notes:
Seller husband coordinating. Wife final signature pending.
May you like
I had never spoken to the agent.
Julian had already started preparing to sell my home.
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