Foreclosed.
Approved for redevelopment.
I read the address once.
Then again.
It was their house.
I drove there calmly.
Because this time—
I wasn’t the one walking in unprepared.
The driveway was full of movers.
Boxes everywhere.
And there they were.
Mara.
Mark.
Different now.
Not confident.
Not in control.
Just… worn.
I walked up.
Knocked.
Mara opened the door.
And froze.
Mark turned.
He didn’t look surprised.
Just tired.
Like he knew this would happen one day.
“This property belongs to me now,” I said.
Silence.
I explained enough.
The company.
