allowed inside?”
I looked at her.
“You can come in.”
Melissa looked surprised.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“But we’re leaving.”
“I know.”
She frowned.
“Then why let us inside?”
“Because I want you to see something.”
I walked into the living room.
Then I opened a folder sitting on the kitchen counter.
Inside were photographs.
Documents.
Purchase records.
Renovation invoices.
Property records.
And the original closing statement.
I placed everything on the table.
“This is what I actually bought.”
Melissa stared at the documents.
Kyle picked one up.
His expression changed.
“You
