He called the number. A woman named Sarah answered. She didn't ask for a glossy brochure; she asked for the parcel number.
"I’ll do my due diligence tonight," she said. "If the title is clean, I’ll have an offer in your inbox by tomorrow morning."
The land was gone, but for the first time in years, Elias Miller could finally breathe in his own home. He looked at the check in his hand—a piece of paper that represented the end of a legacy, but the beginning of a life he could actually afford to live.