“I hope you slept well,” she said as she poured two cups of coffee.

He nodded, his hands wrapped around the warm mug. “Better than I have in years,” he replied. Then, after a pause, he said something that made her stop mid-sip. “Before I go, I need to ask something unusual.”

Hannah smiled politely. “All right, what is it?”

He took a folded document from his bag and placed it on the table. “Would you sell me this house—for one dollar?”

She stared at him, certain she’d misheard. “Excuse me?”

“One dollar,” he repeated calmly. “You and your children can pack and leave today. I’ll handle everything.”

She blinked in disbelief. “Sir, that’s absurd. This is our home. I can’t just walk away.”