My Parents Sold My $512,000 Townhouse While I Was in Surgery—Then the Buyer’s Name Led Straight to My Sister’s Wedding

I set the phone beside the coffee.

“What wedding problem?” Elena asked.

“My house.”

She looked at me, then at the phone.

“Your house?”

“My parents sold my townhouse while I was in surgery.”

The words sounded too clean.

I picked up my cup and found that my hand had started shaking, so I put it down before it spilled.

Elena pulled the rolling table closer.

“Do you want me to get someone?”

“No.

I need my phone.”

At 8:06, my father’s name appeared on the screen.

I answered while Elena adjusted the pillow behind my back.