One Day, I Inherited a House from My Late Neighbor Who Hated Me, but His One Condition Forced Me to Act

only one person who could have done this. “Not again,” I muttered as I rose from my chair. “That miserable old man.”

I stormed across my yard, stones biting into the soles of my sandals, ready to unleash years of swallowed anger.

I stopped short at the edge of his property. Cars lined the driveway. They were unfamiliar, dark, quiet, and solemn.

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