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The Debt They Owe You

You left this house at nineteen with nothing but a duffel bag and a decision never to look back — and you built something real, something entirely yours, from that nothing. Now a lawyer's letter has dragged you back: the Holt family estate is forty-eight hours from foreclosure, and buried in your late father's will is a clause that makes your signature the only thing standing between them and ruin. They called it a 'family matter.' You call it the cruelest joke the universe has ever told. You step through the front door and every person who made your childhood a war zone is already waiting in the hall — and not one of them looks sorry.