The loan wasn’t the only thing they had hidden.
There was another document beneath it.
A document dated only two weeks earlier.
I picked it up.
Nathan lunged toward me.
“Don’t read that.”
I stepped backward.
“Why?”
“Because you don’t understand.”
I unfolded the paper.
My eyes moved across the first paragraph.
Then I stopped.
The document was a property transfer agreement.
And my name was listed as the seller.
I looked at Nathan.
“You tried to sell my house.”
He didn’t speak.
Margaret started crying harder.
Rachel backed away.
And for the first time that morning, I understood exactly why they had wanted me to quit.
They weren’t trying to make me a housewife.
They were trying to make me powerless.
Because as long as I kept working, I had access to money.
As long as I had access to money, I could pay the mortgage.
