Blake finally asked, his voice tight with controlled emotion. “The wedding is canceled. The house is being sold. Are you pressing charges for fraud or something?”
“No,” I said, softening slightly at the genuine distress in his face. “There’s no fraud here, Blake. Just a daughter who was ashamed of her mother… and a mother who finally realized no amount of sacrifice would ever be enough.”
“But the house—” Amber began.
“Will be sold on Monday to a cash buyer,” I finished. “You and Blake have until 5:00 p.