Chapter 7 - Disappearing Completely To A Quiet Maine Town
Before the legal foreclosure proceedings hit the public court dockets, I needed to pack up and leave Richmond behind. Aunt Ruth helped me load my SUV with essential belongings, memories, and the secure financial files. We drove north for two days straight, leaving the humid Virginia heat behind for the rugged, rocky coast of Maine.
I purchased a modest, centuries-old farmhouse perched on a high cliff overlooking the crashing waves of Bar Harbor. It was quiet, isolated, and far away from the superficial social circles of the Richmond country club elite. The locals were warm, salt-of-the-earth people who respected privacy and didn’t care about pedigree or corporate status.
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I spent my mornings walking along the rocky shoreline, listening to the gulls and letting the ocean breeze heal my soul. Every evening, I lit three white candles on the mantelpiece in honor of Julian, Maya, and little Leo. They were gone from this physical world, but their pure spirits lived on inside my newly anchored heart.
Harrison handled the legal proceedings down in Virginia via secure encrypted emails and satellite conference calls. My parents still believed I was cowering alone in our old Richmond house, grieving in silent isolation. They had no idea that a massive financial storm was quietly brewing beneath their feet.
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