That decision turned out to be the most expensive mistake of my life.
By Monday morning, the entire Reynolds family was in crisis.
Ethan called twenty-three times.
I didn’t answer.
Margaret left six voicemails.
I deleted every one.
Then came the messages.
Claire, there must be some misunderstanding.
Claire, call me.
Claire, let’s talk.
Claire, don’t do this.
Interesting.
Three days earlier, they had thrown me out of the house.
Now suddenly they wanted a conversation.
The next call came from Ethan’s business partner, Michael Bennett.
I answered that one.
“Claire,” he said immediately, “please tell me this isn’t true.”
“Which part?”
“The mansion.”
“It’s true.”
Silence.