“She Mocked My Beach House at Breakfast — That Evening, I Sold Everything She Thought Was Hers”

Quietly. And I want to make sure the transactions are absolutely ironclad.”

There was a pause. “Are you sure about this?”

“More sure than I’ve been about anything in years.”

Harry’s office smelled like old books and leather, the walls lined with legal volumes nobody read anymore. He listened while I explained the situation, his expression growing grimmer continue reading …