The balcony reminded me of his promises.
The kitchen reminded me of the future we had planned.
The bedroom reminded me of the night I learned that my marriage had been a business arrangement to him.
I sold it.
Not because I had lost.
Because I wanted a home that didn’t require me to prove I was no longer living inside a lie.
As for the estate dispute, it continued independently. The records raised serious questions about the way the estate had been administered, but the legal process was not something I could resolve with a single recording or a dramatic accusation.
Saoirse pursued it with her own lawyers.
I gave evidence when required.
I never claimed to know more than I did.
That mattered to me. After spending so long believing other people’s versions of events, I wanted to become someone who knew the difference between suspicion and proof.
