cropped out even when visible.
Dad stood near the fireplace. “This has gone far enough. You are going to withdraw the fraud claim.”
“No,” I said.
Diane pointed toward me. “Then you can leave this house.”
I almost smiled. “That’s going to be difficult.”
Mason laughed. “Why? You finally going to cry?”
I opened my folder and laid a document on the coffee table.
The property deed.
Dad stared as though it threatened him.
Claire examined it first. Her expression changed. “This house is in Ethan’s name?”
Diane spun toward
