My mother and sister were laughing on my sofa when they told me I was homeless.
So I called my lawyer and set a trap they never saw coming.
They thought they had stolen my condo, but I smiled, pulled out my phone, and showed them the one fatal detail they had overlooked.
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The flight from the remote drilling site in Western Australia was a thirty-four-hour nightmare of recycled air and screaming children.
For the previous six months, I had lived inside a reinforced shipping container while managing a geological survey team on a project that was equal parts stressful and isolating.
I was exhausted down to my bones.
My back ached. My hair was matted with grime and dry shampoo.
For three days, all I had thought about was taking a hot shower inside my own bathroom and collapsing into my own bed.
My condo was my sanctuary.
I had purchased it entirely with cash using the bonus from my first major project.
It was the one place on Earth that belonged completely to me.
I entered the code for my building’s garage.
The familiar beep sounded like a welcome home.
The long-term parking service had kept my vehicle ready for my return. I parked and pulled my heavy duffel bag from the trunk.
The elevator ride to the twelfth floor seemed painfully slow.
I finally reached Unit 12B and fumbled with my keys, my hands trembling slightly from exhaustion.
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