The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

“What did you find?”

“A draft quitclaim deed was submitted for preliminary recording review three days ago.”

My stomach tightened.

“Transferring what?”

“Your house.”

“To whom?”

“Evelyn.”

For several seconds, I could hear nothing except my own breathing.