A month earlier, my dad had handed it to me while we were sitting on the porch watching the sunset.
“Don’t open this until I’m gone,” he had said quietly.
I hadn’t touched it since.
Until now.
My hands were shaking when I opened it.
Inside were legal documents.
And right there, printed clearly across the top of the page, were words that made my breath catch.
The house belonged to me.
My dad had transferred ownership into my name before he died.
Signed. Filed. Official.
He had known exactly what Veronica might try to do.
The next morning, I went back.
Veronica was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when I walked in.
Her eyebrows lifted.
“What are you doing here?”
