“Those drawings were mine,” I whispered.
“They may be,” Simone said.
“We’ll review the agreements.
We need facts and documents before deciding what rights you retained.”
For once, my former husband did not tell me I was overreacting.
He stared at the papers and said, “My father may have taken more from both of us than we understood.”PART 8: The Family Dinner
Malcolm called Nathaniel the next evening and invited him to dinner at the old family house in Greenwich.
Nathaniel asked if I would come.
My first instinct was to refuse.
I remembered too many meals at that table when my ideas were treated as charming hobbies and the men discussed property as if no one else existed.
But I wanted to hear Malcolm explain the letter.
Simone said I could go as a guest, not as a negotiator, and that I should leave if the discussion became coercive.Nathaniel arranged for Owen to be available by phone.
