My sister tried to steal the mountain house I built in court—but when the judge asked how many properties I owned, the forged documents exposed a felony that shattered everything.

properties! One cabin is nothing to her!”

I finally spoke.

My first words in nearly an hour.

“Then why did you want it so badly?”

Silence.

Because we both understood the answer.

It was never about the house.

It was about me having something they could not take.

Until now.

My father rose unexpectedly.

His face looked gray.

Older.

Somehow smaller.

“Tracy…”

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