The email arrived at 7:08 on a Tuesday morning, while the packing shed still smelled like cut lavender and burnt coffee.
Sienna Fry stood beside a folding table covered with labels, twine, and half-sealed boxes, reading the message from her older brother with her thumb frozen over the screen.
“Stop playing with dirt, Sienna. You have 72 hours to vacate the property. Mom is coming to collect the deed. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
