(Livia)
I looked at my father, waiting for him to tell me he wasn't serious. He had threatened my mother before, but selling her home was something I hadn't expected. I turned to Julian, hoping he would at least question what Richard was doing. Instead, he stood beside the table, waiting for my answer.
"You're going to make mother homeless because I won't sign?"
"That can be avoided."
"By doing exactly what you want?"
"By making a sensible decision."
I opened the envelope and examined the documents. The house was registered in my father's name, although my mother had lived there for years. I recognized the address and the photographs attached to the property listing. My father had already contacted an estate agent.
"You've actually put the house up for sale?"
"Not yet. Those are th
