I Saw My Signature on the Sale Papers for a House I Never Sold

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Every six months or so, Brittany had a new plan.

Every plan needed cash.

And there sat the beach house. White paint. Gulf view. Three bedrooms in the main house, one over the detached garage. A narrow staircase that creaked on the fourth step every time. By the year I left for Sudan with Doctors Without Borders, the place was worth enough to make continue reading …