My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
“He could not have been in Gentry to sign a deed in front of a notary at two, and then in San Antonio by four,” Elena said.
“Not unless the notary was already here, waiting in our kitchen with the paperwork,” I said.
Elena leaned against the wooden partition of the feed stall, her face pale under the dust of the barn.
“They did it right here in your own house while you were away,” she said.
“We need Katie to look at the signature,” I said.
“She is in the kitchen now,” Elena said. “She has been waiting for you.”
I walked across the gravel yard, the red dirt puffing up around the toes of my boots.
Katie was sitting at the kitchen table, her knees pulled up to her chest under an oversized gray sweater.
She had a large brass magnifying glass that belonged to my father resting next to a stack of lined notebook paper.
“Mom,” she said, pulling her sleeves over her hands until only her fingertips showed. “I found his old journals from college in the attic.”
