I watched the color drain from Derek’s face. It was fascinating, like watching a slow-motion car crash. Behind him, Vanessa appeared in the hallway. Her smug confidence was flickering, replaced by the dawn of confusion.
“That’s… that’s impossible,” Derek stammered. “Eleanor would have told me. Sarah would have… We’re married. It’s community property.”
“Not this property,” Richard said. “And Mrs. Eleanor Mitchell wasn’t required to inform you of her estate planning decisions. Given the documentation we have regarding your activities during her final illness, her discretion was both warranted and wise.”
Richard pulled out a second sheet of paper. “This is a temporary restraining order, effective immediately. You are not to dispose of, damage, or remove any property from these premises beyond your personal clothing and toiletries. Any violation will result in immediate arrest.”
Derek snatched the papers, his eyes scanning them frantically. I saw the exact moment reality hit him. His body went rigid. He looked up at me, his eyes wide, betraying a sudden, desperate fear.
