Page 4 — The Card In My Deed File That Proved They’d Already Started
I left the house without my hearing aid.
I drove to church, sat in the parking lot, and didn’t go inside.
I just stared at the steering wheel until the shaking calmed down enough to think.
After Paul and Natalie left, I went straight to my basement.
Because something in my gut said: they’ve been digging.
My late husband kept everything in a metal filing cabinet — deeds, insurance, mortgage records.
He was meticulous.
I opened the drawer labeled Deeds & Insurance.
The folders were there.
But the order was wrong.
