“Yeah. She sent them here like she owns the place.”
Jack shook his head.
“Seen it before. Family fights over land get uglier than combat zones. You’ll want everything locked tight with a lawyer.”
“I’ve got a name, Robert Chen. Dad set it up. I’ll call him tomorrow.”
“Good,” Jack said. “And Hannah, don’t let them see you rattled. Greedy folks smell fear like wolves.”
That night, as the fire burned low, I thought about his words. Wolves. That’s exactly what Megan was unleashing.
The next day, I drove into town and found a small diner with decent Wi-Fi. Over eggs and coffee, I drafted an email to Robert Chen’s office. Within an hour, I had a reply. He could meet me Friday. Relief settled in, knowing Dad had set up a legal safety net before he died.
Back at the cabin, I found fresh footprints by the dock. My stomach dropped. Someone else had been here while I was gone. I scanned the ground: three distinct sets of bootprints leading from the road straight to the back porch.