“Delivered, sealed, and signed. I now own the house.” She leaned near to me, her perfume invading my space with its sickly, synthetic aroma. “I think it’s time you moved on, Hattie.”
My son Matt leaped out of the vehicle as it roared into the driveway, his expression contorted in shock at what he saw. As he got closer, his boots crunched on the gravel, and his eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty.
“Jess, what the fuck? You left the attorney’s office first, and now you’re sending me this strange text? What is happening?” His jaw clenched as he asked, his eyes darting from me to Jessica.
Finally, she stood up and looked confident and comfortable in her enormous heels. My skin crawled. “As previously stated, honey, I’m making some essential adjustments. In actuality, there’s more to be aware of.”
There was a flicker of something I had never seen before in Matt’s expression as it hardened. “More than you throwing my mother’s belongings all over the yard?”
