House ~repack~ | Dillion Harper Open
She wasn’t selling the house because she wanted to. She was selling it because she had to. The property taxes had tripled. The roof needed work. And her life had moved to a studio apartment thirty minutes away, one with no character, no memories, and no Gizmo-sized windowsills.
The For Sale sign on Dillion Harper’s front lawn wasn’t just rusted; it looked defeated. The word “SOLD” had been scratched out three times, each attempt a little more desperate than the last. Dillion herself was now leaning against the porch railing, watching a silver minivan crawl to a stop at her curb. dillion harper open house
“Wall here is load-bearing?” he asked, tapping the fireplace mantel. She wasn’t selling the house because she wanted to
She walked to the For Sale sign. The evening wind was picking up, rattling the gutters. She touched the wooden post, then pulled the sign out of the ground with a soft, wet sigh from the dirt. The roof needed work
