My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
Elena was waiting by the bottom step, her wooden clipboard finally tucked under her arm. Next to her stood Tom Murphy, his old denim jacket grease-stained at the pockets, his hands tucked deep into his jeans.
Tom stepped forward, wiping his hands with a greasy shop rag before he spoke, his blunt face softening as he looked at me.
“I heard the news from the deputy,” Tom said, his voice a low rumble. “The county records will show the truth now, Lily.”
“They will, Tom,” I said. “And I have you to thank for looking at that signature first.”
“Your father would have done the same for me,” Tom said, nodding once before turning toward his truck parked by the curb. “I’ll have the winter feed delivered tomorrow morning. We’ll put it on the ledger.”
I held the official court decree in my hand, the blue paper seal cold against my thumb. The paper in my hand was light, but it held the weight of twenty years of work.
The next morning, the air inside the Gentry County Sheriff’s Office smelled of stale coffee, wet raincoats, and damp floor wax.
