“What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
Dana stepped onto the porch behind me.
Logan froze.
“Who is that?”
“My attorney.”
His father moved forward.
“This is ridiculous.”
Dana handed him a document.
“Mr. Sterling, this property is legally owned by my client. The deed was transferred into her name years before your son married her.”
Logan snatched the papers, scanning them quickly.
Then he stopped.
His mother peered over his shoulder.
I watched his confidence disappear.
“That can’t be right,” he whispered.
“It is,” Dana said.
He looked at me.
“You
