“Derek?” Melissa asked, her voice shrill. “What does it say?”
The thick paper rattled violently in his shaking hands.
“Iris. Marie. Holloway,” Derek choked out, the words tearing up his throat.
Someone’s fork clattered loudly onto a china plate.
I did not raise my voice. “Paper One,” I said calmly. “The Deed. I purchased this property two years ago. $210,000 cash down. The mortgage is solely in my name, auto-paid from Abu Dhabi. You have been squatting in your little sister’s house since the day you hauled your boxes in.”
Melissa’s mouth hung open in silent horror. I didn’t pause.
