“Same as always,” she replied. “I’m actually hungry for once, so I’ll whip up some soup while I feel up to it.”
It wasn’t okay. Nothing felt normal.
Something was going on.
Later, while taking out the trash, she noticed it: torn paper poking out. The bold print caught her eye:
PROPERTY SALE CONTRACT
Curiosity surged. She pulled the pieces out and fitted them together like a jigsaw.
