reached into her coat, pulled out her spare house keys, and handed them to me.
“Ivan, please help your parents carry their things out to their car,” she instructed quietly. “They have ten minutes before the sheriff’s deputy I called arrives to escort them off my land.”
Arthur stared at his mother, realizing for the first time that his arrogance had cost him everything.
He tried to speak, but the cold finality in Eleanor’s gaze shut his mouth.
Without another word, my parents picked up their empty packing boxes and
