The Fortress at the Graveside

with a sinking ship.

Within minutes, only four people remained.

The truth had done its work.

Darren’s phone buzzed on the table.

Marcus reached out and tapped the speaker button.

“Mr. Mitchell,” a clipped voice said, “this is Wells Fargo. Foreclosure proceedings begin tomorrow. You have thirty days to vacate.”

Vanessa collapsed onto the couch.

“The ring,” continue reading …