Thanksgiving had always been Grandma’s favorite holiday, but that year something felt wrong. Dad kept checking his phone, Tessa barely ate, and Grandma silently studied everyone around the table. Halfway through dinner, she carefully placed down her fork and asked, “Who gave away the lake house?” The room instantly fell silent. Dad laughed nervously and claimed she must have misunderstood, but Grandma wasn’t smiling.

Then she looked directly at me. “Colin, did you sign anything involving the property?” I told her I hadn’t even visited the lake house that year. Dad immediately tried changing the subject, but Grandma reached into the drawer beside her chair and produced a folded attorney’s letter. “Then we have a serious problem.” The following morning, she took me to meet attorney Daniel Whitfield. Waiting inside his office was a locked briefcase. Daniel opened it and placed three folders across the table.

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