Chapter 8 - Miriam Calls Everyone In A Desperate Panic
By noon Tuesday, the Reynolds family home in Potomac was in absolute, chaotic turmoil.
Miriam was pacing up and down her marble entrance hall, screaming into her cell phone at her son Victor.
“What do you mean she’s in London?” Miriam shrieked into the receiver.
“Find her! Drive to her house! Call her parents! Threaten to take her to court for custodial interference!”
“Mom, stop!” Victor’s hollow voice came over the speaker.
“I called her lawyer. Penelope signed the custody agreement giving her full international relocation rights.”
“I signed it too, Mom! I signed it yesterday at the mediator’s office because I thought I was having a son!”
Miriam gripped the marble stair railing, her knuckles turning completely white with rage and disbelief.
“You gave away my granddaughters?” Miriam screamed, her voice cracking into a high-pitched screech.
“You gave away Abigail and Charlotte without keeping visitation rights?”
“You didn't care about the girls, Mom!” Victor yelled back through the phone, losing his temper completely.
“You called Charlotte a disappointment at Thanksgiving! You told me to focus on Naomi’s boy!”
“Don't you dare put this on me, Victor!” Miriam retorted, tears of fury streaming down her face.
“Your father’s company is losing its credit lines right now because of Penelope’s family!”
“She lied to us for twelve years! She let us believe she was nobody!”
Samantha walked into the hallway, holding her tablet and looking like she was about to throw up.
“Mom,” Samantha said softly, her voice shaking uncontrollably.
“What is it, Samantha? I’m on the phone with your foolish brother!”
“The bank just called about my commercial properties,” Samantha whispered, her face pale.
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“Vance Capital just bought out my primary mortgage lender.”
“They’re calling in my six-million-dollar balloon payment by Friday afternoon.”
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