Luka's mood turned complicated.
Not long ago, he'd already given that house to Maeve.
And now Mr. Andres was offering double to buy it.
Was it coincidence, or something else entirely? Why would Maeve and Mr. Andres both set their sights on the same property?
He forced down the unease and asked, "Why does Mr. Andres want to buy that house?"
Anya dodged the question. "Who cares why? We take the money."
Luka's voice hardened. "I gave that house to Maeve."
Anya and Ansel spoke at the same time. "Why would you give it to her?"
With no way around it, Luka told them the truth—the deal he'd made with Maeve, start to finish.
When he was done, both of them looked stunned.
Ansel frowned. "Mom said she prayed for me every day. She said God answered her and that's why I got better."
Luka let out a cold laugh. "And you believed her?"
Anya's face went pale with fury. "Dad, I don't care what you have to do. You have to get that house back. We need to sell it to Mr. Andres."
Luka almost laughed at her. "Even if I could take it back—which I can't—the deed isn't even in my name. It's in your mother's. Serenity's."
Anya collapsed onto the sofa like her bones had vanished. "How... how is that possible?"
Then she jabbed a shaking finger at Ansel. "For this sick freak, you ruined my entire life."
"You two have no idea what's behind that house—do you?"
Her eyes burned, wild with anger. She hadn't expected some abandoned property sitting empty for twenty-plus years to turn out to be the kind of thing people fought over like it printed money.

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