I frowned.
“The refinance paperwork.”
“Not just the refinance.”
He tapped the page with his finger.
“This is a quitclaim rider. It transfers his ownership interest once the buyout funds clear.”
Just tell me where to sign. I’ve got meetings.
I stared at the signature.
David’s signature.
“He signed it?”
Nathan nodded.
“At the bank. Before a notary.”
I remembered David grumbling about having to stop there during his lunch break.
Just tell me where to sign. I’ve got meetings.
The house is yours.
My stomach tightened.
Nathan continued. “He acknowledged every disclosure, signed before a notary, and the transfer was legally recorded.”I stared at the page. “So…Once your parents fund the buyout, the house is yours. Unless he can prove fraud, those documents will stand.”
The floor tilted, then steadied.
“Draw it up,” I told him.
That evening my mother arrived with a check and a tight hug. She held me at arm’s length in the kitchen while the kids slept upstairs.
