Marine Returns From Okinawa to Find Her Bungalow Already Sold
“The insurance will cover the refund,” Miller said quietly. “If we execute the rescission now, the Sergeant has agreed not to file the criminal affidavit with the county sheriff.”
I looked at my father, who was staring at the floor, his shoulders hunched.
“Is that true, Maria?” my father asked. “You won’t let them arrest me?”
“I want my house back, Dad,” I said.
“We need the signature, Gerald,” Miller said, pulling a blue folder from his briefcase.
He slid a document across the table. It was a standard rescission of deed, already prepared with our names.
“This voids the sale to the shell company and restores the title to Maria,” Vance said.
Benson stared at the paper for a long moment, his face tightening.
He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a heavy black pen.
His hand was steady, but his jaw was clenched so tight the muscle in his cheek twitched.
Benson took his pen and signed the document that returned my home to me.
