Page 4 — The Card In My Deed File That Proved They’d Already Started
I left the house without my hearing aid.
I drove to church, sat in the parking lot, and didn’t go inside.
I just stared at the steering wheel until the shaking calmed down enough to think.
After Paul and Natalie left, I went straight to my basement.
Because something in my gut said: they’ve been digging.
My late husband kept everything in a metal filing cabinet — deeds, insurance, mortgage records.
He was meticulous.
I opened the drawer labeled Deeds & Insurance.
The folders were there.
But the order was wrong.
Paper edges bent.
Documents shifted like someone had rummaged through them quickly, thinking they’d put them back “close enough.”
Then I saw it.
A business card that did not belong in my home.
Red Stone Development Corp — “We Buy Land For Cash.”
On the back, in Natalie’s handwriting, were four words and a timestamp:
Tuesday — 2:00 PM — Appraisal
Tomorrow.
They weren’t planning.
They were executing.
Read what I did next — and why I decided if they wanted to treat me like a confused old woman, they were about to learn the difference between “old” and “weak” 👇
