The Morning Everything Came Into Focus
Trevor came down the rest of the stairs quickly.
“Megan,” he said sharply, “do not start this.”
She turned her chair to face him.
“You mean now? Or do you mean two years ago, when you asked me to use my settlement funds to beat the other offers on this property? Or perhaps last summer, when your mother spent an entire dinner party calling it the Hale family home?”
Trevor’s jaw tightened. Diane’s mouth opened and then closed again.
Megan reached for the blue folder she had been reviewing when Diane walked in.
Inside it were the divorce decree, the reimbursement agreement, the recorded Davidson County lien, and the payment schedule Trevor had already missed.
“What lien?” Trevor asked. The question came out less like a request for information and more like panic attempting to hold itself together.
Megan held up the documents.
“The one securing repayment of my separate contribution to this property. The one that exists regardless of how many times your family told a different story.”
Vanessa turned to her brother.
