It’s already done.
Family should support family.
By the time I reached the farmhouse gates, my rage had burned into something quieter.
Sharper.
Then I saw the “Sold” sign tilted beside the driveway.
Next to it stood Brandon, his girlfriend Tessa, and a man in a cheap navy suit holding a folder. Tessa wore sunglasses and smiled as if she had already picked out the curtains.
Brandon opened his arms. “See? No disaster. The buyer’s happy. Tessa’s business is saved. Everyone wins.”
I looked at the man in the suit.
Then at the farmhouse.
Then at the locked gate.
And I started laughing.
I could not stop myself.
Brandon’s smile slipped. “What’s funny?”
I wiped my eyes.
“What’s funny,” I said, “is that you sold a farmhouse you don’t own to a buyer who doesn’t exist, using a deed that became invalid six months ago.”
Tessa lowered her sunglasses.
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And Brandon finally looked afraid.
PART 2
Brandon pointed at the folder. “I have papers.”
“I’m sure you do,” I said. “That’s the problem.”
My attorney, Evelyn Price, pulled in behind me thirty seconds later. She stepped out in a gray suit, carrying the kind of composure that makes guilty people sweat.
Brandon’s jaw tightened. “Why is she here?”
Evelyn looked first at the man in the navy suit. “Mr. Keller, correct? The buyer?”
He nodded much too quickly.
