a nightmare.
“No.”
Sandra placed a folder on the dining table.
“Mr. Harrison, you’ve been formally notified.”
He didn’t touch it.
Didn’t need to.
He already knew.
The color drained from his face.
Margot looked between us.
“Benjamin?”
He said nothing.
I finally spoke.
“The house belongs entirely to me.”
Silence.
“The property was never transferred.”
More silence.
“The trust remains active.”
Benjamin swallowed.
Hard.
“And the debt?”
His voice barely worked.
Sandra answered.
“The debt remains enforceable.”
Margot frowned.
“What debt?”
Nobody answered.
She looked at Benjamin.
Then at
