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Miriam didn’t scream. She didn’t confess. She didn’t even utter a single word.
Her face, a moment ago so composed, now looked like a mask of ash. She pushed back her chair, the legs scraping loudly against the hardwood floor.
Without looking at any of us, her eyes wide and blank, she turned and walked out the front door, into the freezing rain and the deepening darkness. The door clicked shut behind her, a final, hollow sound.
Seconds later, the roar of Uncle Ray’s pickup truck shattered the quiet. He sped into our driveway, his tires skidding on the black ice, coming to an abrupt halt directly behind Miriam’s sedan, blocking her exit.
Ray jumped out of his truck, already shouting. He stormed toward the house, his face contorted in a furious grimace, and hammered on the kitchen window.
“David! You’ve ruined us! Ruined the family’s reputation for an outsider wife!” he roared, his voice raw with anger and panic. “You think you can just burn everything down?”
He didn’t wait for a response. He stormed onto the porch, flung open the cabinet by the front door, and snatched out a thick, leather-bound folder. It was the original land deeds, generations of Higgins property.
“I’m filing these before the bank opens!” he yelled, shaking the folder at us. “They’ll never get their hands on our land!”
He scrambled back to his truck, the engine already idling roughly. He peeled out of the driveway, tires squealing on the ice, speeding off down Route 9 toward the county line.
“He’s going to the county recorder’s office,” David said, his voice tight. “He thinks he can preempt the foreclosure.”
David looked at me, his eyes filled with a desperate resolve. “I have to go after him. I have to retrieve those papers. This nightmare ends tonight.”
At 7:45 PM, he rushed out to his truck, the engine sputtering to life in the cold. He was gone, swallowed by the icy night, leaving me alone on the porch with Toby.
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