Amber asked, her voice smaller than before. “More evidence of what a terrible daughter I am?”
“No,” I replied, sliding the property deed across the table. “Evidence of what you’re about to lose.”
Amber glanced at the document, her brow furrowing.
“The house deed? Why are you showing me this?”
“Look at the owner’s name, Amber.”
She scanned the document, then looked up, genuine confusion in her eyes.
“I don’t understand. Why is your name on our house deed?”
“Because it’s not your house,” I said gently. “It never was.”
