His name was Michael Grant.
A retired surgeon who had purchased the property as an investment for his daughter.
He had a moving truck parked outside.
Workers were carrying furniture through the front door.
Ryan’s SUV stopped at the curb.
Norah stepped out first.
She looked at the house.
Then smiled.
“This is beautiful.”
Ryan walked toward the front door.
“Wait until you see the nursery.”
Norah laughed.
“I can’t believe this is finally ours.”
Ryan reached for the handle.
It didn’t move.
He tried again.
Nothing.
He frowned.
“What the hell?”
Norah walked closer.
“What’s wrong?”
Ryan knocked.
A man opened the door.
Michael Grant.
“Can I help you?”
Ryan stared.
“Who are you?”
“The new owner.”
Ryan laughed.
“You must be confused.”
Michael remained calm.
“No.”
“This is my house.”
Michael looked at him.
“According to the deed, it isn’t.”
Ryan’s face changed.
