The gentleman introduced himself as Walter Pruitt, a real estate attorney. He lifted a document from the folder and held it where everyone could see. “In 2012, Dennis and Carol signed a survivorship deed,” he said. “It places the house in Carol’s hands the moment either of them dies.” Dennis stared at the grass. Kristen’s smile collapsed. Then Walter added, “And there is a second paper, which concerns the keys.”

Kristen stepped forward, her voice shaking. “What second paper?” Walter turned a page and read slowly. “A notarized agreement, signed by Dennis, stating he will never transfer, sell, or promise this property without Carol’s written consent.” A murmur ran through the yard. One cousin set down his burger. Dennis finally looked up at me, pale and sweating, and whispered, “Carol, I forgot. I swear I forgot.”