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For seven years, I paid my parents' propane and electric bills because Dad promised their Vermont farmhouse would someday be mine. At Christmas dinner, he read his new will aloud and left the house and twelve acres to my sister. Then he gave me his old hair dryer, and everyone laughed. I left without revealing the Christmas present hidden in my coat pocket. Three weeks later, during a brutal cold snap, Dad came knocking at my door... / Chapter 11 / 25

Chapter 11 - The Handyman’s Special

The sign at the bottom of the long, unplowed lane was battered by winter winds, leaning at a sad thirty-degree angle. *FOR SALE BY OWNER.* Below it, a handwritten placard taped in clear plastic read: *HANDYMAN’S SPECIAL – AS IS.*

Nolan sat behind the wheel of his idling sedan, his breath pluming against the frosted windshield as he stared up the hill toward the 1922 farmhouse. The front steps were caved in where the ice had expanded beneath the wooden stringers, and a long, jagged icicle hung like a frozen dagger from the second-floor gutter right down to the rotting porch rail.

"They’re not answering their texts, Nolan," Caitlyn said from the passenger seat, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest despite the car heater blowing full blast. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen from a sleepless night of scrolling through local real estate boards and calculating bank overdraft fees. "I called the broker an hour ago. He said the offer on the duplex fell through because the buyers saw the water damage in the basement. If we don’t get cash for this place by Friday, the bank is going to start foreclosure proceedings on our rental."

Nolan shifted the car into park, the transmission grinding slightly in the sub-zero air. "Your dad’s the one who signed the deed over to you, Cait. It’s your asset. You’re the one who wanted the inheritance so badly."

"My inheritance?" Caitlyn’s voice rose, sharp and cracking with panic. "A flooded basement, burst pipes, and a twelve-acre mud pit that nobody wants to buy even for half-price? Dad knew! That’s why he gave it to me! He and Brett played us!"

"Brett didn't play anybody," Nolan muttered, staring at the snow-covered roof of the old house. "Brett built a brand-new, debt-free ranch on the ridge while we were busy laughing at a hair dryer."

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gifts to “the grandchildren who made us proud this year,” and my two kids sat on the carpet with empty hands while their cousin tore open a tablet, sneakers, a drone, and gift cards. My eleven-year-old daughter kept smiling because she thought maybe her name was on the next box. My nine-year-old son whispered, “Dad, did Santa forget Grandma’s house?” Then my brother’s son leaned toward them and said, “Guess you didn’t deserve one.” My mother laughed like it was cute. My father looked at me like I was the problem for noticing. I did not yell. I did not ruin dinner. I helped my children put on their coats and drove two hours home through freezing rain. By morning, I had sent one text that finally ended the role my family had assigned us.

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Caitlyn turned away, staring out the frosted window toward the distant white peaks where the sun was beginning to sink behind the hemlocks, casting long, cold shadows across the valley. She pulled out her phone, her trembling thumb hovering over Brett’s contact name—a number she hadn't dialed in three weeks, ever since her father walked out of the freezing kitchen and into her brother’s warm, secure home.

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