“She wouldn’t say.

She just said it had to be sold before the probate hearing in November.”

That was only eleven days away.

I put the cup back down.

“There’s something else,” Brooke said.

She pulled a folder out of her kitchen drawer and opened it to a page with a sticky note on the corner.

“This is a copy of the property title for your dad’s land.

I found it in her office when she had me bring in the mail.