Maya

Itonly took Richard two days after the attic incident to schedule a meeting with the appraiser. I didn’t have an option to say no, especially when he went out of his way to plan it around my school schedule.

Abby promised to stay upstairs in her room and play with her toys, so long as I order pizza for dinner tonight. It’s a fair price to pay for her cooperation. I’m not ready for her to ask me questions about the house, especially when there is a risk my plan might fail.

Doubts about Eds’ idea sink in, eating away at my confidence as I near the front door.

All you need to do is make it impossible for Richard to sell the house.

Easier said than done, the antagonistic voice that always speaks up at the most inconvenient times replies.

I roll my shoulders back and open the…