My Sister Moved Her Family Into My New Mansion

anger caught on him and softened. He was six. Maybe seven. He did not understand deeds, fraud, or boundaries. He only knew his mother had told him this place was his vacation house now.

“Go upstairs, buddy,” Kelly said tightly.

“No,” Deputy Grant said. “Everyone stays where they are until I understand who is present.”

Derek’s face reddened. “You can’t continue reading …