They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

green card attached.

Her own signature.

Big looping Carol.

She stared at it like the paper had betrayed her.

Then she looked at me again, and something ugly came through.

Not pain.

Not regret.

Calculation failing in real time.

“You think this makes you powerful?” she said.

“No,” I said. “I think the deed does.”

After They Drove Away

They left messy.

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