Then there was the lake house.
Two years ago, a letter had arrived from a real estate firm in Michigan, informing her she had been gifted a property in Charlevoix by an anonymous donor. She’d stared at the fancy envelope, then laughed out loud. “A house? I can’t even afford heating this place.” Assuming it was a scam or clerical error, she tore it up and threw it away.
That was the end of that.
