built that house. We deserve more time.”
“Mrs. Harper, the sale was approved by the bank.”
Chloe barely looked up from her phone. “Who are you?”
I placed my briefcase on the table. “Lena Harper.”
The room froze.
Mason’s face changed first. “Lena?”
Mom stood so quickly her chair hit the wall. “What is this?”
“This,” I said, “is the closing for the property you stopped paying for.”
“You bought my house?”
“No,” I said. “The bank sold your debt. I bought that.”
Chloe scoffed. “With diner tips?”
I smiled. “
