Chapter 4 - Uncovering The Hidden Estate Documents
While Davis scrambled to print out the intake logs, I knelt back down beside my father on the hard plastic waiting room chairs.
“Dad, look at me. Did they do this to you because of the house?” I asked softly, gently lifting his wool sweater sleeve.
Tears welled up in my father’s tired eyes as he nodded slowly, his frail voice trembling in the freezing station air.
“They wanted me to sign over the deed to the farm and the retirement trust before the end of the week, Maya,” he whispered.
“When I told them no, Marcus held me down while Vanessa grabbed the baseball bat from the mudroom hallway,” he confessed brokenly.
My blood turned to liquid ice as I listened to the horrific betrayal orchestrated by my own flesh and blood.
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“They told the officers you were losing your memory so nobody would ever question their custody claim,” I muttered, my fists clenching.
“They wanted everything, sweetheart, and they didn't care if they had to lock me in a psychiatric ward to get it,” he sighed heavily.
