Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

stood up, gathering his folders into a neat stack.

“I will prepare the official denial of the land transfer,” the mediator said. “The sheriff will be in touch with you, Mr. Vance.”

The door clicked shut behind the mediator, leaving the four of us in the small room.

Douglas stared at the table, his knuckles white as he gripped his chair.

He did not look continue reading …