Evelyn opened the folder.
“No. It doesn’t.”
She didn’t need to raise her voice. The certainty in her tone silenced everything else—the wind, the distant surf, even the tension in the air.
The officer stepped forward. “Ma’am, you reported a trespassing situation?”
“She’s been harassing us for years,” Diana snapped, pointing at me.
Evelyn lifted a document.
“Interesting. Because this deed places the property into the Eleanor Hale Trust twelve years ago. And here—Rebecca Hale is named sole beneficiary.”
My father’s name followed.
Thomas Crawford.
He knew.
The officer turned to me. “You’re Rebecca Hale?”
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