For Fourteen Years My Son Lived Rent-Free in a House He Believed Was His
“We just pack up fourteen years of our life so your father can sit on a pile of cash in some seaside apartment?”
“The corporation’s net proceeds of six hundred forty thousand dollars will stay in the Mitchell Family Holdings treasury,” Margaret said.
“Robert will take his usual monthly disbursement of two thousand dollars, as set up in 2008.”
“And what about the rest?” Melissa asked.
“The rest remains in the corporate reserve,” Margaret said.
Melissa picked her handbag up off the carpet, tucked it under her arm and walked toward the heavy oak door.
She paused with her hand on the brass handle and looked back at me.