Agatha stood still as Viola's coachman stepped between them to prevent a second fight. She longed to seize Viola and tug at her hair until there was nothing left, but it would solve nothing. It would only drive Viola further against her, and the home would slip from between her fingers.
Agatha turned from the front door, leaving Viola alone for now as she planned to search Clive's study for the deed. Surely, he could not have been so foolish as to hand it over in good faith for debts.
The debts were little compared to what they could gain for the home. If they were to lose the house, it ought to be to settle the debts and have more money left, not to surrender everything they owned.
Agatha made her way into the small study and rummaged through drawers and shelves for the deed. Or anything that might expose Viola as a liar. Something to help when the men from the court came so she wouldn't be made to look like a fool twice.
