“I wired her four thousand dollars on October twelfth,” I said.

“She said three thousand of it went to county taxes and a thousand went to a lawyer to put my name on the deed.”

Sarah leaned forward and rested her hands on the edge of the mahogany desk.

“She never hired a lawyer,” Sarah said.

“She went to a notary at her neighborhood credit union, paid a ninety-five-dollar filing fee, and made your brother a full legal owner.”

“And never told me.”