Slowly.
Painfully.
Like someone waking from 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.
