Losing a battle
Dalton had won in the end. The house was sold, even if it came with less profit and far more waiting than he had hoped for. Arthur clenched his fists, realizing there was no way to undo the deal. The paperwork was signed, the ink dry. But still, the place didn’t feel theirs. It felt like it belonged to something else. And they both knew they needed to uncover what that was.
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