The Message in the Group Chat
The notification arrived on a Tuesday morning while I was reviewing satellite imagery for a coastal restoration project. I was sitting at my oak desk with floor-to-ceiling windows open to the Pacific, the salt air mixing with the smell of fresh coffee. My phone lit up with an alert from the family group chat, and I almost ignored it. The family group chat was usually nothing but my parents bragging about Julian and Julian validating his own inflated ego.
But something about the notification made me pick up the phone.
What I read made my blood go cold.
Julian had written: “Finally buying Marcus’ beach house at the foreclosure auction. Bank listed it for $400,000. Worth at least $2.8 million. Getting it appraised next week. We can flip it or keep it as a family vacation property.”
I sat perfectly still, staring at the words on the screen. The sheer audacity, the cruelty of it, paralyzed me. The beach house. My sanctuary. The place I had purchased back in 2019 and poured every ounce of my soul and hard-earned money into. The house that had never, not even for a single moment, been in foreclosure.
Before my brain could process the absurdity of Julian’s claim, another message appeared. From Dad. The timestamp showed he replied within exactly ninety seconds of Julian’s announcement.
“Wired you $200,000. Your mother and I are in. About time that place got put to good use.”
My mother chimed in immediately, enthusiastically agreeing, talking about how the property was wasted on me anyway.
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