“Yes.”
She glanced toward the house.
“Then I assume nobody explained why your father insisted that both Richard and Melissa sign those papers before he touched this property.”
I looked at Dad.
He remained silent.
The woman opened her folder.
Inside were old photographs.
Maps.
Property records.
Documents yellowed with age.
She pulled out one page and handed it to me.
I read the first paragraph.
Then read it again.
My eyes immediately shifted toward the swimming pool.
And suddenly, Dad’s behavior the previous afternoon made sense.
During the repairs, he hadn’t only discovered damaged pipes.
He had found something underneath the property.
Something that had apparently been concealed for years.
Something connected to the people who owned the land long before Richard and Melissa bought the house.
And Dad had documented everything.
Photographs.
Measurements.
Dates.
Locations.
Work records.
Signed authorizations.
