“It Was Never Yours,” My Mother Said — Then the County Recorder Pulled Up the Deed

this yourself?” my mother asked, her voice carrying something I couldn’t quite read.

“With Marissa. And some help from the neighbor.”

My father let out a low whistle. Chelsea walked slowly into the kitchen, running her fingers over the gold cabinet pulls.

“This is actually amazing,” she said, turning to look at me. “I didn’t think it was salvageable.”

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