I came down on both knees.

My handbag landed beside me with the strap twisted.

Courtney stepped into the doorway.

“You should have taken the eighty thousand, Victoria.” She laughed again, louder this time.

“The appraiser is coming at ten,” she said.

“The cartons are for you.”

Charles stood over me.

“You can call whoever you want, Victoria, because this house is being sold today.”