Harold snatched it. His eyes flickered over the words, his lips moving as he read. Then his whole body went rigid. The document showed Ethan’s LLC as the lienholder. He now held their fate.
‘What does it say?’ Eleanor demanded.
Harold’s thumb pressed over the final line, but the word beneath was unmistakable: Lienholder.
Ethan leaned forward, his voice a quiet steel. ‘You wanted my paycheck? You never asked about my assets. I can decide whether you stay or go. I can foreclose today, or I can let you live here as long as you behave like human beings.’
The silence was the deepest the old house had ever known. The ceiling fan clicked. A drop of gravy slid slowly down the white boat. Victoria’s face went pale as milk. Lily’s phone clattered to the floor. Harold’s hand trembled. For the first time, he looked at his son not with contempt, but with fear.