Something stronger.
Molly’s voice shook.
“Mom… what is this?”
I kept my tone gentle, but firm.
“Read it out loud, sweetheart.”
She swallowed and unfolded the first page.
Her eyes scanned the header.
“Warranty Deed…” she whispered.
The room leaned in without realizing it.
Because even people who don’t understand legal documents recognize those two words.
Molly continued, voice barely above a breath.
“Property located at… Magnolia Street…”
She paused.
Then read the line that made the entire ballroom go still:
“Owner: Molly Sophia Pierce Adams.”
Robert’s smile twitched.
Constance’s face tightened.
And for the first time all night, Molly’s shoulders lifted—just slightly.
As if she’d been handed oxygen.
Then she unfolded the second document.
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