Chapter 2: The Kindest Silence
Rachel called back within the hour.
"The cash buyer is still interested," she said.
"He's been waiting three months.
If you want to move fast, Andrew says he can have an offer on the table by tomorrow morning."
"Tell him tonight," I said.
My neighbor Linda had taken me in without a single question asked.
I was sitting at her kitchen table, still in the same clothes I'd worn home from the hospital, my daughter finally asleep in a borrowed bassinet.
Linda set a hot cup of tea in front of me and said nothing.
That silence was the kindest thing anyone had given me all day.
By 9 p.m., my phone lit up.
It was Ethan.
"Rachel just called Andrew Parker," he said.
His voice was different now.
Tight.
"What exactly do you think you're doing, Natalie?"
"Resting," I said.
"Like you told me to."
"Don't play games with me.
That house is our family home."
I looked down at my daughter's sleeping face.
"Read the deed, Ethan."
A long pause.
Then Patricia's voice, low and furious, somewhere behind him.
"She can't do this.
Tell her she cannot do this."
But even as she said it, I could hear something shift in Ethan's breathing.
Because somewhere in Maui, he had finally started to understand.
He had never once read a single document I put in front of him.
Not one.
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