Chapter 2 - THE HOUSE CAROLINE SAID WAS HERS
The house had never belonged to Caroline.
My late husband, Stephen, and I bought the Villanova property twelve years earlier when Bennett House Interiors began designing boutique hotels along the Main Line.
After Stephen died, I moved into a smaller townhouse near Ardmore. Caroline and Ryan had just gotten engaged, and the stone house was sitting mostly empty.
I offered them a lease with an option to purchase.
The rent was deliberately low.
Caroline hated that arrangement.
“You can’t give me anything without keeping a string tied to it,” she told me once.
She was not entirely wrong.
I had spent most of her childhood turning everything into a lesson about responsibility. When she wrecked her first car, I made her work in our warehouse to pay the insurance deductible. When she joined Bennett House after business school, I made her spend two years rotating through purchasing, accounts payable, and project management before I let her near finance.
I called it preparation.
Caroline often experienced it as permanent probation.
The purchase option on the house was supposed to expire after three years.
Six months before the deadline, Caroline told me she and Ryan were not ready to buy. Ryan had suffered losses on a commercial real-estate investment, and his credit had taken a hit.
I extended the lease privately.
Caroline made me promise not to discuss the details with Ryan.
“He already feels like he failed,” she said.
I agreed.
That was my first mistake.
Apparently, she told Ryan something very different.
After the Mother’s Day lunch ended in shouting, he followed Caroline inside while Susan stood beside the ruined table with the ring still on her finger.
I heard him through the open French doors.
“You said it was yours.”
“It basically is.”
“That is not what a deed means.”
“I was going to finish the transfer.”
“With what money?”
Caroline glanced outside and saw me.
Her anger returned instantly.
“You came here to humiliate me.”
“You invited twenty people and gave me plastic.”
“You’ve humiliated me my entire life.”
Susan removed the diamond ring.
“Caroline, what exactly did you tell Ryan?”
My daughter turned on her.
“Don’t start acting innocent.”
That sentence caught my attention.
Susan went pale again.
I opened the blue folder.
The ring and cruise were only the two newest expenses.
Over the previous eighteen months, more than $168,000 had left Bennett House through transactions Caroline had approved.
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Almost ninety thousand dollars had some connection to Susan Mercer.
And Susan apparently knew there was more to explain.
