They Thought the Lake House Was Theirs Until One Document Changed Everything

do you want them directed off the property?”

My mother flinched at the word directed. “Mara,” she said, using my name now because things had become serious enough for intimacy to be useful. “Don’t do this. We’re your family.”

I looked at her. Then at my father. Then at Ray. Then at Kyle, who still would not meet my eyes. “I want the removal stopped,” continue reading …