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

He could not reach into a bank account or open private files merely because I asked.

“I need the transaction number,” he said.

I read it from the deed.

“The closing date?”

“The day of the surgery.”

“And the authorization you have?”

“Expired four years ago.”

“Keep it intact.”