Sarah bristled, her voice sharp. “I think I should be asking you that. This is my house. What are you doing inside?” The man’s confusion deepened, and he stepped back to look at the couple behind him. “Your house? Ma’am, I’m a real estate agent. We’re just doing a final pre-closing walkthrough inspection. The new buyers were checking the layout.”
Sarah stared at him, completely uncomprehending. “Buyers? My brother and I own this property. It is absolutely not for sale.” The agent’s professional smile vanished entirely. He pulled up a digital folder on his tablet and turned the screen toward her. “I’m sorry, but this is a court-ordered liquidation. The property is actively under an escrow sale, and the closing wire transfers are scheduled to finalize in less than forty-eight hours.”
Sarah felt the world tilt beneath her feet. Before the agent could even finish his sentence, she turned on her heel and sprinted down the steps to her car. She had to stop this.