My Stepmother Sold My House Until I Remembered The Agreement

sip of coffee, and answered in the calmest voice I could manage.

“Hello, Eleanor.”

“I’ve sold the house.”

No greeting. No softness. Her voice was polished and smug, the way it became whenever she believed she had finally won.

“The papers are signed. The new owners move in next week. I hope you’ve learned something about respecting your elders, Harper.”

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