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The process moved with a clinical, startling speed. There were no open houses with judgmental strangers poking through his closets. There was no staging, no "curb appeal" franticness. Elias spent the week packing only what mattered—the photo albums, the silver clock, and his late wife’s collection of desert glass.

Elias was seventy-two, and his joints ached in sync with the house’s floorboards. His kids were in Seattle and Austin, begging him to downsize, to move closer, to leave the ghosts of Riverside behind. But selling a house that needed a new roof, updated wiring, and a prayer was a daunting prospect. He pulled over and dialed the number. we buy houses riverside

The sign was a jarring, neon-yellow rectangle stapled to a telephone pole, its black block letters screaming against the backdrop of Riverside’s dusty palms: The process moved with a clinical, startling speed