“It’s filed with the county, the same as it’s always been.”

“It isn’t in the deed box.

The lid’s been open all week, and there’s nothing inside but an old survey.”

Patricia smoothed the front of her cardigan with both of her palms.

“Brooke.

We have guests.”

Brooke stared down at her plate.

Patricia’s voice turned soft and patient, the voice she used on the phone with the tax office.