Then Tessa.
Then Mom again.
Then Dad.
Then the family group chat exploded.
I had muted it Saturday night, but the notification counter climbed so quickly I finally opened it out of curiosity.
Mom:
Ian, please call us. There is some kind of sign in the yard.
Dad:
What the hell is this?
Tessa:
Tell your psycho realtor to get off OUR property.
Mom:
Ian, sweetheart, I’m sure there has been some misunderstanding.
Dad:
CALL ME.
Tessa:
You can’t sell someone’s house because of an argument. That’s insane.
I read that one twice.
Someone’s house.
Interesting.
Clare watched my face.
“What?”
I handed her the phone.
She read the messages silently.
Then she gave it back.
“Are you going to respond?”
“Yes.”
I typed one sentence.
There is no misunderstanding. The house is being sold. Melissa will contact you regarding access for photographs, inspections, and showings.
