Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
I reached into my bag and pulled out the first guarantee document the bank had emailed to my office.
I signed my name to the first guarantee document, my hand trembling slightly as I set the pen down.
The pen was still on the counter where I had left it. I did not sleep more than two hours that night, my mind tracing the numbers on the guarantee over and over. By seven the next morning, Marcus had already left for the Cary Street office, leaving his empty coffee mug on the vintage mahogany dining table. Beside the mug lay a stack of circulars and a single window envelope from the Henrico County Property Registry.
The envelope was addressed only to Marcus. I picked it up, intending to set it on his dresser, but the paper was unusually heavy. Through the plastic address window, the words Notice of Recordation were visible in bold block letters.