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The Eviction Notice
The night before the funeral, she cornered me in the kitchen.
“Let’s not drag this out,” she said. “You have three days.”
I blinked. “Three days for what?”
“To pack up. I already have a developer lined up. Groundbreaking starts next week. It’s just business.”
My chest tightened. Every dollar I had went into keeping the farm afloat. I had no savings, no backup plan.
“You can’t just throw us out,” I said.
Linda tilted her head. “I’m his only child. Once the will is read, it’s mine. I’m actually giving you a head start.”
She walked away humming.
The Will Reading
Two days after the funeral, we met at Mr. Henderson’s office downtown. He had been Grandpa’s lawyer for years. Linda arrived late, radiant in black, sliding a folded document across the desk.
