the deed, but I did not hang it in the living room as a trophy.
I placed it inside the small office where Evelyn once kept her account books.
Below her signature, I added one line in my own handwriting.
Being underestimated is painful until the day the paperwork arrives.
The original deed stayed in the bank.
The false eviction notice stayed in Daniel’s file.
And the next time someone knocked on my door, I opened it because I chose to—not because they believed they owned what was on the other side.
