Chapter 5 - THE BUILDING THAT WASN'T SOLD
Nora remembered the studio as a narrow brick building with tall front windows and a faded blue door. Her mother had rented the ground floor for nearly twenty years. It was where Nora had learned to draw, where Lena had done homework beneath the cutting table, and where their mother had kept boxes of fabric samples.
After their mother died, Julian had offered to help settle the estate.
He had said the building was heavily mortgaged and that selling it was the only sensible option. Nora had been grieving, exhausted, and grateful that someone seemed to know what to do.
Now the address appeared on a document connected to a foundation she did not understand.
Evelyn requested the property records.
Two days later, she called Nora into her office.
“The building was not sold in the ordinary way,” she said. “The title was transferred to a holding company eighteen months ago. That company is linked to Northline.”
Nora stared at the paper.
“Was the transfer legal?”
“We need the full file before answering that. There are questions about the estate's authorization and the valuation. Your mother's will named you and your sister as beneficiaries.”
“Julian said the building was worth less than the debt.”
“The current valuation is considerably higher.”
Nora felt the room tilt.
“How much higher?”
Evelyn told her.
It was enough to change both sisters' lives.
Lena covered her mouth.
“He stole Mom's building?”
“We don't know exactly what happened yet,” Evelyn said. “But the transfer deserves investigation. We need to establish who signed, who received the proceeds, and whether the estate was properly represented.”
Nora thought of Julian's patient voice as he sat beside her in the lawyer's office after the funeral. He had held her hand and told her not to worry about the paperwork.
She had believed he was protecting her.
That afternoon, Adrian's legal counsel contacted Evelyn. The Halcyon had supplied a copy of the relevant security footage and a written incident report. The footage showed Julian following Nora into the corridor, blocking her path, and grabbing her wrist. It also showed Nora entering the lounge and asking for help.
Evelyn added it to the file.
Nora called Adrian afterward.
“You didn't have to get involved in the property matter.”
“I haven't. My counsel supplied evidence from my building. Your lawyer is handling the rest.”
“Why do you keep making that distinction?”
“Because I don't want you to mistake help for control.”
Nora was quiet.
“I've spent a long time letting someone else decide what was best for me.”
“Then you should be careful with anyone who offers to decide for you. Including me.”
It was an unexpected answer.
For the first time, Nora wondered whether Adrian's distance was not indifference but respect.
Before she could say anything, Evelyn returned from a phone call.
“Nora,” she said, “we've found the original estate authorization.”
She placed a copy on the desk.
The signature at the bottom was not Nora's.
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It was her mother's.
And the date was six months after her mother had died.
