Chapter 6
Brandon believed I had gone to a private recovery center.
That was the story Amber told their friends.
She said I had fallen.
Then she said I had become disoriented.
Then she suggested my injuries came from “an emotional episode.”
The explanations changed depending on the audience.
What remained consistent was their assumption that I would return quietly.
Apologize for provoking Brandon.
Promise not to involve police.
Sign something.
That was why Amber remained relaxed on the sofa when I entered the living room.
She wore ivory and held coffee in one hand.
Brandon stood behind me near the fireplace, irritation already forming across his face.
Neither asked about my injuries.
Neither looked ashamed.
Amber’s first concern was whether the hospital had contacted the family office.
Brandon’s was whether I had spoken to Richard.
I answered neither.
Instead, I walked toward the coffee table and looked at the photographs.
Caroline appeared in only three.
Amber had replaced the others with wedding portraits and professional images of herself and Brandon.
My son noticed where I was looking.
“Amber updated the room.”
“I see that.”
“We cannot live in a museum.”
“No.”
“You came back to apologize?”
His confidence returned when I did not challenge the statement immediately.
I removed the master keys from my blazer.
They included the front entrance, service doors, wine cellar, library, private office, and the old brass key Caroline once used for the garden gate.
I placed them on the table.
“No. I came to collect my keys.”
Amber’s smile faded.
Brandon looked toward the key ring.
“You have copies.”
“I am collecting yours.”
He laughed.
“This is ridiculous.”
“Place every house key, remote, entry card, and access code on the table.”
Amber stood.
“This is our house.”
The timing could not have been better.
The front door opened.
Richard Hale entered with the closing folder.
Behind him came Natalie Grant, the professional witness who had observed my signature and confirmed my capacity before the sale.
Brandon stared at them.
He still did not understand.
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