Evelyn opened her leather folder. “Legally speaking, Mr. Whitaker, the property remains in your name. However, the primary mortgage and associated debt instruments are held by Northstar Holdings. The grace arrangement extended to you has expired. You have thirty days to refinance, satisfy the outstanding balance, or surrender the property according to the terms outlined in the notice.”
Brent scoffed. “Outstanding balance? How much?”
Evelyn slid a page across the coffee table.
Brent snatched it up.
The color drained from his face.
My mother whispered, “That can’t be right.”
“It is right,” Evelyn said. “It includes the mortgage acquisition, unpaid interest under the modified private agreement, delinquent property tax coverage, emergency repair advances, insurance payments, and documented maintenance reimbursements made over the years by Northstar Holdings.”
My father looked at me then.
Not with love.
Not with shame.
With betrayal.
“You did this behind our backs?”
I held his stare. “I saved this house behind your backs.”
