My Brother And Mom Showed Up To Kick Me Out Of My $5 Million Inherited Home, Grinning, “You’re Out By The Weekend.” I Just Smiled And Said, “Read The Name On The Title Again.” The Movers Froze… WHEN A REAL LAWYER AND POLICE OFFICER ARRIVED

I was already feeling fragile, curled up on my sofa under a weighted blanket, nursing the worst flu I’d had in years.

My head throbbed. My throat felt like sandpaper. Every muscle ached.

I was in that blurry, feverish state where the world feels muffled and far away.

When my phone buzzed on the coffee table, I ignored it.

When it buzzed a second time—and then a third—I let out a groan and reached for it, wincing at the bright screen.

It was my brother, Andrew.

“Hannah,”
he said, his voice dripping with a sickening false cheerfulness I hadn’t heard in ages.
“Big news. Mom and I are in the area. We’re swinging by the farmhouse in about twenty minutes. We have some legal papers to go over with you.”

I blinked, the fog in my head thickening.

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