“Tessa,” I said. “My parents recorded an affidavit of heirship and transferred the family farm from my grandfather’s estate to a developer yesterday. The county clerk just found a deposited will packet that was never probated. It names me as devisee and executor. And the access log shows my mother viewed it yesterday before the transfer was recorded.”
Tessa went quiet for half a beat.
That was how lawyers like her sounded when they were already choosing a legal path.
“Okay,” she said. “You are going to open probate today. Emergency petition. Then we file notice of pending action against the property. That developer does not get clean title.”
“What about stopping bulldozers?”
“We seek a temporary restraining order if anyone tries to enter or disturb the land. But first I need every certified page you have in my inbox.”
“I can have them in ten minutes.”
“Good. Do not confront your parents. Let the record do it.”
I hung up.
When I turned back, Mara was stapling the certified sets with careful hands while Glenn added stamps and signatures, each one a small hard nail in a coffin my parents had built for themselves.
Then Mara slid one more sheet toward me.