Rose Marshall hadn’t expected to start over at fifty-seven. But after her husband’s sudden passing the year before, the silence of their old home had grown too heavy. She wanted somewhere fresh, quieter—a clean slate. And that’s how she found the house. On Craigslist. Almost too perfect to be true.
The ad was plain: Two-story house. Quiet neighborhood. Priced to sell. No flashy language. No urgency. Just one note—“Foreclosure. Previous owner untraceable.” That should have raised flags. But grief has a way of dulling instincts. She scheduled a visit the same day, hoping for a sign to move on.