I let the silence hold because, for the first time in nine years, they were waiting for me to speak. \u201cThe Oakridge house,\u201d I said, \u201cthe one you just received a thirty-day notice for? Two weeks ago, before any of this, I signed a contract to sell it.\u201d Deborah\u2019s face went white. My father crushed the folder in his hand. \u201cSell it?\u201d he whispered. \u201cTo who?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cTo a developer,\u201d I said. \u201cThe lot backs onto the greenbelt. It\u2019s worth more as land, and the buyer plans to tear the house down.\u201d The words landed heavily. Deborah had spent nine years ruling the home my mother left me, while Priscilla had recently decided my mother\u2019s bedroom would make the perfect space for her influencer content. \u201cThe closing is in five weeks,\u201d I continued. \u201cAnd after that, there won\u2019t be a house left to move back into.\u201d Priscilla finally stepped forward and stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut that\u2019s our home,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
And that was when I told her the truth.<\/p>\n
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