Depending on its precise condition and the results of a professional sale, the expert believed it could potentially bring several million dollars.

I sat quietly after hearing the news.

Then I called Owen.

“Sweetheart, remember the Superman comic we found?”

“Of course!”

“The expert says you were right. It’s genuine.”

He gasped.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“How much is it worth?”

“Possibly millions of dollars.”

Owen let out such an excited yell that I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

Declan, meanwhile, was already browsing luxury vehicles online.

I reminded him that we hadn’t sold anything.

He grinned.

“But we will!”

His excitement should have made me happy.

Instead, I felt strangely disappointed.

For days, he’d mocked my decision to buy the house.

Now that something valuable had been discovered inside, he suddenly thought purchasing it was brilliant.

I told him I was considering auctioning the rarest comic once the legal and authentication questions were settled.