He blinked quickly, vacillating between confusion and rage. However, you were aware that we would return! Up until the wedding, you knew we needed the house!
“I have nothing to do with your wedding,” she clarified. His mother drew him away. “Mark, the contract—did you not manage the extension?” Her tone became harsh with panic. Helen stated, “There was no extension. Your son declined to request one.”
Mark’s face flushed. He wasn’t embarrassed because he wasn’t accustomed to being outwitted. “This is crazy, Helen! You ruined everything!”
“No,” she answered. “I took away what was mine. I owned the building. All legal documents attest to it.”
A few moments later, Laura, her attorney, showed up with a folder. She gave everyone a neutral, businesslike greeting before giving Mark a bundle of documents. “Please reread the three-month-old termination notice, Mr. Bentley. You acknowledged receiving it. When you got married again, the keys were due. Ms. Carter has every right.”
Mark’s hands trembled as he skimmed the documents. As he surveyed the deserted area once more, as though anticipating barriers to appear out of thin air, his desperation increased. “Where should I live, Helen?” His tone veered uncomfortably near to pleading as he inquired.
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