A terrible silence.
Because by then, the truth had already surfaced.
Thomas later confirmed she had spent part of their deposit money almost immediately—condo fees, overdue credit cards, luxury expenses, even a cruise reservation she hadn’t taken yet.
She hadn’t sold property.
She had borrowed money against a lie.
The realtor physically stepped away from her.
The buyers followed after Thomas quietly advised them to contact their attorney.
Only the teenage son looked back at me before climbing into the car. His expression wasn’t angry.
Just embarrassed.
Embarrassed for the adults standing in front of him.
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Camille was left alone in the driveway.
For the first time in years, she looked at me without performance or superiority.
“Your father wouldn’t have done this to me.”
I walked slowly off the porch toward her.
“Yes,” I said. “He would have. That’s why he made sure it was done before he died.”
Something inside her cracked then.
Not remorse.
Not guilt.
Something worse.
Certainty.
