Chapter 2: The Message From Nowhere
Part 2 ⬇️
Nobody spoke for a long moment.
Then Raymond grabbed my wrist across the table.
"What do you mean, crawl space?
What are you hiding, Sabrina?"
I pulled my arm free.
"I'm not hiding anything, Dad.
That's the difference between us."
Alyssa's brochure slipped from her fingers onto the floor.
"You're bluffing," she said.
But her voice had lost its edge.
I reached into my bag and set a single folded document on the table.
It was a geotechnical survey — commissioned by Wyatt three years ago, never recorded, never disclosed.
The report flagged severe subsidence risk beneath the entire eastern foundation.
Wyatt had managed it carefully, quietly, knowing exactly which structural supports to maintain.
The moment those supports were neglected, the timeline would accelerate fast.
Raymond snatched the report and scanned it.
I watched the color drain from his face line by line.
"The buyer closes in eleven days," I said quietly.
"And the county inspector I called this morning?
He's already scheduled."
Alyssa spun toward Raymond.
"You told me everything was clean!
You said you checked!"
"I did check—"
"You checked the price," I said.
"You never checked the ground."
My phone buzzed on the table.
I turned it over.
It was a message from a number I didn't recognize.
*Sabrina.
We need to talk before the 25th.
There's something about Wyatt's accident your family doesn't want you to know.*
I stared at the screen.
My hands went still.
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What Sabrina discovered next had nothing to do with the house — and everything to do with how Wyatt really d*ed.
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