Summit Realty Partners. Megan’s company.
My jaw tightened.
“This property belongs to me. You got permission from who exactly?”
The man shifted his weight.
“We were told by your sister it was a family holding, just preliminary inspection, nothing formal.”
I crossed my arms.
“Then you can preliminarily get off my land before I call the sheriff.”
They exchanged a glance, then nodded, retreating toward the SUV without another word. The engine revved, and within seconds, they were gone, leaving behind a churn of dust and the confirmation of what I already suspected. Megan wasn’t wasting time.
I went back inside and slammed the door harder than I meant to. My pulse hammered in my ears. She had sent people here to my cabin as if I were just a placeholder until she could move in her pawns.
I grabbed my phone and dialed.
Mom. She answered on the second ring.
“Hannah,” she said, cautious.
“Mom, did you know Megan sent realtors to my cabin this morning?”
There was silence, then a sigh.
“She just wants to make sure everything’s in order. She thinks maybe the land could be developed.”
“Developed?” I snapped. “She doesn’t own it. Dad left it to me. What part of that do you two not understand?”