Ashlee picked up the pen. She thought of the "Big Decision" everyone expected her to make—the logical one. The safe one. Then she thought of the hidden room she’d found in the basement yesterday, filled with journals she hadn't yet finished reading. "I'm not signing," Ashlee said, her voice finally steady. Simon gasped. "Ashlee, you’re throwing it all away."

"No," she said, sliding the folder back across the table. "I'm keeping the only thing that actually belongs to us. We aren't building condos, Simon. We're building a foundation."

"You don't have to be the hero, Ash," Simon whispered as she sat down. "That money could pay for Mom’s care for the next decade. Gran would have understood."

The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway hummed at a frequency that seemed to vibrate right through Ashlee’s skull. In her hand, she clutched the manila folder—the "Part 2" to a decision that had kept her awake for forty-eight hours straight.

As she walked out of the clinic, the weight hadn't lifted, but for the first time in years, she knew exactly where she was going. The credits rolled on the image of Ashlee standing in front of the crumbling stone gates, a hammer already in her hand.

"Ashlee? The specialist is ready for you," the nurse said, her voice soft but firm.

Ashlee looked at the blueprints spread across the table. She remembered the smell of old parchment and the way the golden hour light used to hit the mahogany shelves where she’d learned to read. If she signed the papers, the history of her family—and the town—would be leveled by Monday.

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