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Lisa sighed, rolling her eyes as if I were a toddler throwing a tantrum over a toy. \u201cAnd we need the money, Mom. God, stop being so dramatic. What are you going to do with that land anyway? You\u2019re old. You\u2019re retired. You can\u2019t take it with you when you die.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She took another drag, her eyes narrowing. \u201cJust sign the damn paper so we can get paid and get this over with. I\u2019m tired.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m tired.<\/span><\/p>\n

Those two words shattered whatever hope I had left. The drugs hadn\u2019t just taken her health; they hadn\u2019t just taken her career or her looks. They had surgically removed her soul. The daughter I loved was dead, replaced by this hollowed-out husk that viewed her mother not as a person, but as an obstacle to a dopamine hit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Travis laughed\u2014a manic, high-pitched sound that grated on my nerves. \u201cSee? Even your daughter knows you\u2019re useless. You\u2019re just taking up space, Martha. Sign it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He grabbed my wrist, forcing the pen into my trembling fingers. He shoved my hand toward the paper. \u201cDo it, or I drop this lighter. I swear, I\u2019ll do it. We\u2019ll all go up. I don\u2019t care anymore.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at the paper. The words swam before my eyes.\u00a0<\/span>Transfer of Title.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>Irrevocable.<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at Lisa one last time. She was checking her fingernails, indifferent to the fact that her husband was seconds away from committing murder-suicide.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Lisa sighed, rolling her eyes as if I were a toddler throwing a tantrum over a toy. \u201cAnd we need the money, Mom. God, stop being so dramatic. What are you going to do with that land anyway? You\u2019re old. You\u2019re retired. You can\u2019t take it with you when you die.\u201d She took another drag,…<\/p>\n

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