The limo woman’s name was Veronica Lane. Real estate lawyer. Impeccably dressed, hair pinned, not a single wrinkle in her blazer. She looked straight at me, ignoring the rest of them like they were furniture.
“Are you Ms. Caroline Walker?” she asked.
I nodded, slowly stepping forward past my stunned family.
“I have some documents that require your signature regarding this property. I sent multiple certified letters with no response.”
I glanced at Diane. Her face had gone ghost-white.
Veronica continued. “You inherited this home two months ago from your aunt, Lorraine Foster. Your name is listed as the sole beneficiary.”
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