My Husband Locked Me and Our Three-Day-Old Out of the House I Owned — He Forgot I’m a Real Estate Attorney
That reason had, in the space of one rainy evening, entirely evaporated.
“Cash purchase,” Andrew explained, laying the folder on the table.
“Quick closing.
They’ll buy it furnished, as-is, if you want.
They’re motivated.”
“Perfect,” I said.
And I meant it, in a way that had nothing to do with the money, which I did not particularly need, and everything to do with the speed.
A cash buyer, a quick close, no financing contingencies, no thirty-day escrows, no time for anything to go wrong — it meant the house could be gone, legally and finally, before Ethan and his family stepped off their return flight.
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