My Parents Sent a Moving Truck to Claim Grandpa’s House—But the Brass Key He Left Me Led to a Deed They Never Expected

The years we might need to untangle.

“Yes.”

Lauren was quiet.

Then she said:

“Okay.”

We ended the call.

I returned to the repair list.

For the first time since Arthur died, I had something to do that didn’t involve proving who owned the property.