Why Her Lawyer Went Pale In A Motel Parking Lot

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And when I went back to the front door, I found the envelope. Six words printed in bold: This house will always be mine.

I stared at it. Then I laughed.

I took the paper outside, dug a small hole under Ethan’s marigold bed, buried the letter deep. I thought maybe something good would grow from it.

“You don’t haunt me anymore,” I whispered.

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