Just below it, typed in bold capitals, were the names of the grantees taking ownership as joint tenants.

Margaret Carter, and then Brent Carter.

I read the property’s legal description twice, checking the lot number and address against the house I grew up in.

“His name has been on that title since twenty twenty,” Sarah said.

I looked at the date stamp in the top right corner.

The stamp read October fourteenth, twenty twenty.

“In October of twenty twenty, my mother phoned me in tears saying the county was about to put a tax lien on the house,” I said.

“Did you send her any money?” Sarah asked.