Chapter 7 - The Unexpected Visitor
By Friday morning, the threat of Sarah’s legal maneuver had transformed into something far more unsettling.
I was at my primary home downtown, going over tax receipts from the cottage renovation, when the front doorbell rang. Expecting a courier or a process server, I unlocked the heavy oak door and pulled it open.
Standing on the porch wasn't a sheriff’s deputy or a county social worker. It was Greg’s mother, Evelyn.
Evelyn had always kept her distance from our family, a woman of sharp angles and expensive perfume who viewed my working-class background as a permanent stain on her son’s pedigree. Yet here she stood, clutching a designer handbag to her chest like a shield, her expression tight with bitter anxiety.
“May I come in, Clara?” Evelyn asked, not waiting for an invitation as she stepped past me into the foyer.
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“Evelyn. This is a surprise,” I said, closing the door slowly. “If you’re here on behalf of Sarah and Greg, you’re wasting your time.”
“I am not here on their behalf,” Evelyn snapped, turning to face me in the living room. “In fact, I am here because my son and his idiot wife are currently destroying what little is left of our family name. Do you have any idea what Greg has been doing behind my back?”
