Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
Beneath that, I wrote fifty thousand dollars, the personal line of credit I had secured just two weeks ago to stop the immediate threat of foreclosure.
The total was one hundred and thirty thousand dollars. I had paid all of it out of my own accounts, believing I was preserving our shared home.
Marcus had sat across from me at our mahogany dining table, pretending to worry about the May fourteenth foreclosure date while his mother’s trust held the deed.
They had planned it from the beginning of the autumn. They wanted my personal funds to clear the debt on the Elmwood house, and once the property was free of liabilities, they would have the asset secure in Evelyn’s name.
My marriage was not a partnership that had failed under financial pressure. It was a business transaction where I was the asset being liquidated.
I closed the notebook and slipped it back into my leather bag.
A young woman pushing a stroller passed my bench, her jacket collar turned up against the rising wind. I watched her until she turned the corner toward Cary Street.
