“New owner?” Jane asked, the bloodied ax in her hands. She was trying to chop a chair into pieces, but there was no power behind her swing. Sawyer forced himself away from the window and took the hatchet from her, splitting one of the chair legs in half with a single swing. “What do you mean ‘new owner’?” she asked. “This place is still for sale.” She blinked at Ryan when he failed to respond. “Right?” Ryan cleared his throat and continued to kick at the table leg. Jane looked up at the ceiling, as though suddenly overwhelmed by her brother’s lack of response. “You’ve got to be kidding me,”
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