“Let her go,” Natalie said.
It was not loud.
That made it stronger.
Garrett released the denim like it burned him.
Vivien’s eyes flicked to the phone.
Douglas finally looked at his daughter.
Then the notification slid across Sienna’s screen.
RECORDED DEED CONFIRMATION ATTACHED.
The closing attorney had sent the file again, right on schedule after Sienna’s request that morning.
Vivien read it over Garrett’s shoulder.
The color drained from her face.
“What is that?” she asked.
Sienna looked at the folder in Garrett’s hand.
“That,” she said, “is what you should have asked before you came here.”
Garrett opened the folder as if the papers inside might still obey him.
They were copies of the original deed Douglas had given Sienna years ago.
The deed to the twelve acres.
The punishment gift.
The dirt nobody wanted.
