“Did Zane ever tell you what truly happened when you nearly lost your first house?”
The question pulled me back more than a decade.
I had been pregnant with the twins when Zane’s business division began struggling. Our home had been used as security for a company-related loan, and I spent months terrified that we would lose everything before the babies were born.
Then Zane came home one evening and told me an anonymous investor had stepped in. The overdue amount had been covered, giving him time to repair the company’s finances.
For years, I believed Zane had saved our home through determination and clever negotiation.
“I was the investor,” Nora said.
She placed an old loan document on the table.
Our former address was printed across the top.
Next, she showed me copies of internal financial transfers. Losses had repeatedly been moved into Zane’s division, and Dean’s initials appeared beside several of the entries.
