My Sister Got A $10k House Down Payment. I Got “Maybe Start Small For Now?” I Smiled And Left. I Didn’t Tell Them When I Bought My First Property. Or My Second. Or My Fifth. Then Mom Looked Up My Name Online AND SUDDENLY…

I didn’t tell my family. I told no one but my boyfriend, Ethan. He was the kind who read contracts for fun and took pictures of sunrises like proof that days reset themselves.

“Make the offer,” he’d said. “You did the work. Stop auditioning for people who never bought tickets.”

3 weeks stretched like a wire about to snap.

Offer accepted. Inspection appraisal paperwork that demanded my blood type. And the last time I Googled leaky faucet, Lisa texted at 11:47 p.m.

Appraisal at $91,000. You’re clear to close. I stared at my ceiling and whispered to it, “We’re doing this.”

Closing day smelled like old coffee and graphite.

The title officer, Margaret, had a voice like a librarian in a thunderstorm. “Sign here, initial here, date there.”

I walked out with a folder, two sets of keys, and a weightless ache in the middle of my chest that I later recognized as pride. I called Ethan from the car.

“It’s done.”

He whooped. “Shell, you did it. Take the picture.”

I pulled up to the duplex and did me keys raised, paint flaking at my shoulders like confetti that didn’t know it was supposed to be celebratory.

I almost sent it to the family group chat. Almost posted it. Then I heard dad’s baby steps ricochet in my skull and hit delete.

Not yet. Maybe not ever. The tenant in unit A, Maria, opened with cautious eyes and a careful smile.

“You must be M. Shell. The new landlord.”

The new landlord.

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