than eighty thousand dollars.
Margaret had to reimburse me for the sold silver, though money couldn’t replace it.
So I demanded something else.
A written admission that she knowingly sold my property.
She hated signing.
That gave it value.
Six months later, my house looked entirely different.
I replaced only what mattered.
I realized how little I missed.
I bought a smaller sofa, long oak table, and absurd espresso machine costing more than Daniel’s first car.
His old game room became my library.
My career changed as well.
A client
