Sebastian signed the papers on a gray Wednesday morning.
The sky outside the mansion was overcast, heavy with the kind of clouds that made everything feel muted. The lawyer representing the anonymous buyer sat across from him at the dining table—Cecilia’s favorite table, carved mahogany, polished to a shine. It felt wrong to sign the death of Solace on something so elegant. But he did. His signature looked shaky on the page.
The lawyer gathered the documents neatly. “My client will finalize the transfer within forty‑eight hours.”
Sebastian nodded. “Thank you.”
The lawyer left without small talk.
Cecilia hovered in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes red from crying. “So… that’s it?”
Sebastian exhaled. “That’s it.”
The news spread fast. By afternoon, Sebastian’s phone buzzed with a messa
