I stared at the walls of my childhood room — Dad’s voice reading bedtime stories still seemed to echo there. Memories I’d clung to like lifelines.
“I’ll sell it,” I whispered. “But they all need to be gone.”
“You leave that to me,” Uncle Bob said.
The Showdown
The next morning, I stood in the living room where they lounged like they owned the place. My heart pounded steady, but my voice came out calm.
“I have an announcement.”
Tyler didn’t even look up. “Make it quick.”
I turned off the TV. “I sold the house. To Uncle Bob. You all have 48 hours to pack and leave.”
The silence cracked like thunder.
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