Chapter 3 - The Shocking Confession Echoing Through The Dining Room
The air in the room felt entirely vacuumed out as my sister’s voice hung heavily in the space.
“Clara, why did Michael just text me telling me not to answer if you called?” she asked nervously.
Michael closed his eyes, his head dropping forward as defeat washed over his pale face.
“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice barely above a harsh, trembling whisper.
“He texted me from his secondary phone,” my sister continued, unaware of the explosive tension present.
“He said you were starting to ask questions about the property deeds we signed last month.”
Diane leaned back in her leather chair, her laughter sounding like dry glass scraping across pavement.
“Did you really think your sweet, innocent little sister was on your side, Clara?” Diane sneered loudly.
“Property deeds?” I repeated, looking back and forth between my husband and my mother-in-law.
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“Michael... what is she talking about? What property deeds?” I demanded, grabbing the edge of the table.
Michael refused to look me in the eyes, staring intensely at the silver silverware resting on his plate.
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