Tina began crying before I finished explaining. I signed the transfer paperwork, handed her the keys, and told her the car was hers completely. At 10:42, she drove away toward her son’s therapy appointment. Then I called my attorney and changed the locks. Daniel’s spare key would no longer open anything in my home.
Rachel arrived at eleven with a man carrying cash and sale forms. She walked straight toward the garage, talking about how quickly they could finish everything. Then I pressed the remote. The door lifted slowly, revealing an empty space. Rachel stopped mid-sentence. “Where’s the car?” I told her I had given it to someone who actually needed it.
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