“Because if your name was on your father’s original deed, you were legally entitled to a third of his equity,” Sarah said.

“And if you signed a waiver without independent counsel, then we have a very different conversation ahead of us.”

“What sort of conversation?”

“Get me the tax forms first,” Sarah said.

“And don’t tell your mother you’re gathering them.”

“The tax forms are locked in the garage safe,” I said.

Sarah took a cream-colored business card from her jacket pocket and slid it across the little wooden table.

“Don’t leave them in that house for one more night,” she said.