“Let her have it,” Patricia snapped, her voice getting louder until it echoed down the corridor.

“You think you can just march back into Chesapeake and take over?

You don’t even have a house anymore, Hannah.”

“The house is deeded in my name and Derek’s,” I said.

“Not for long,” Patricia said.

“Thomas has had the listing live with the brokerage since nine o’clock this morning.

Derek signed the escrow agreement before we boarded, and the lockbox goes on the front door tomorrow.”

“A house can’t be sold without both owners signing the listing contract,” I said.