Edward's reply came fast.
Edward: This afternoon. I'll pick you up.
I typed back.
Lena: No need. I'll get there on my own.
Then I sent him the screenshot.
Lena: Your son thinks I'm taking advantage of you.
Edward was quiet for a long time.
Edward: I'm sorry. I'll deal with it.
By two o'clock, I was at the property registration office.
Edward was already waiting at the entrance.
He'd put on a clean white shirt and combed his hair. He looked sharper than he had two days ago.
"You're sure about this?" he asked.
"I'm sure."
"No regrets?"
"What would I regret?"
He didn't ask again.
Signatures. Photos. Thumbprints.
The whole thing took less than forty minutes.
When I walked out of the office, I was holding a deed. My name was on it.
Edward stood on the steps, looking up at the
