After she died, the folders and forms and county notices on the desk might as well have been written in Greek. Travis said we needed to “streamline title” on the house so nothing happened to it if I got sick. He said it would keep the place in the family. He said the bank wanted things arranged cleanly if I ever needed help refinancing the roof.
I signed where he told me.
A month later, the property taxes stopped coming to my mailbox.
Three weeks after that, Travis started talking about “space” and “updating” and how Brooke wanted to repaint the upstairs if they were going to move in for a while to “help me.”
I should have seen it then.
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