My signature was there, written in clean, black ink.

Above it was the title: *Jocelyn Vance, Managing Partner, Belmont Heights Holdings.*

“Belmont Heights,” Gloria whispered, her eyes widening as she recognized the name. “That’s the firm that bought the entire commercial block on Knox Street.”

“It is,” I said.

“You’ve been hiding this,” Gloria said, her voice dropping to a whisper of pure hatred. “All this time. You let us think you had nothing.”

“You wanted to believe I had nothing,” I said. “It made you feel better about yourself.”

“You snake,” Gloria spat, her face reddening. “You deceitful little snake. You’re going to take my home?”

“I am executing the terms of the default,” I said. “You have thirty days to vacate the property.”

“I will sue you!” Gloria screamed, slamming her hand on the mahogany table. “I will drag you through every court in Texas!”

“With what money, Mother?” Graham asked, finally looking up.

His face was grey, his eyes bloodshot.

“We don’t have anything left,” Graham said. “Everything is tied up in the trading accounts, and the feds frozen them this morning.”