Preparing the Journey
Determined to get to the bottom of it, I decide to visit the property myself. Lisa is all in, her loyalty as firm as ever. We huddle over her kitchen table with maps, laptop screens glowing, documents scattered like war plans. This isn’t just a trip; it’s a mission to uncover the truth, whatever it may cost emotionally.
Lisa looks up, meeting my eyes. “We’re really doing this?” she asks. I nod, my voice steady. “Absolutely.” We pack everything we might need — cameras, notes, copies of records. There’s a strange weight to the preparation, like gearing up for battle. And in many ways, that’s exactly what it feels like.
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