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” 👇
