Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

teach me I was disposable.

By morning, they needed me to save the thing they had stolen.

“You threw me out,” I said.

“You provoked your father.”

Martin’s mother made a quiet sound, and I knew she had heard it.

My mother heard it too.

“Who is there?” she demanded.

I did not answer.

I opened the property file on my laptop and scrolled to the recorded deed.

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