Two weeks later, Brooke was still posting about “our new downtown life,” showing screenshots of furniture she planned to buy and joking about finally escaping apartment living. I never corrected her. The condo was legally mine, there were no tenants, and no one in my family had any authority to promise it away. The cash buyer completed inspections, the title company confirmed everything, and I closed for slightly under asking in exchange for a fast, clean sale. By the time Brooke scheduled her moving truck, the deed had already transferred.
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