Maya read the sale document three times.

Her great-aunt’s apartment.

Eleven thousand dollars in 1974.

Sold by a stranger in her dress.

“Can we get it back?”

“Almost certainly,” Priya said, without looking up.

“A deed executed by an impostor is void, not merely voidable — nobody can convey what they don’t own.

The complication isn’t you, it’s the buyers, who are probably innocent and have probably already moved in, and the title insurer, who is about to have a very bad quarter.