Scarlet, a name I’d never heard until this moment. My new daughter-in-law, apparently, though I couldn’t picture her face, didn’t know her voice, hadn’t been given the chance to welcome her to our family. And now they wanted my home.
Not just any home, but the iconic beachfront property my father, Felix Hartman, had purchased with the proceeds from his legendary screenplays. The home where Hollywood royalty had once gathered around our dinner table, where my children had built sand castles, where I had held my husband’s hand as he took his final breath 5 years ago. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone seriously,” I said, choosing my words carefully.
