can’t just—” He stopped. “That was my home.”

“It was my land,” I replied. “You always knew that. Remember? My father’s little paranoia.”

Part 3

Silence.

I watched him turn in place, finally understanding that I had planned this quietly, legally, and completely.

“You’re going to regret this,” he said.

“Maybe,” I answered.

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