I got a call from my neighbor about a moving truck at my house while I was at work. I came home to find my parents and sister moving his family into my house without permission. ‘You don’t need that.’ I smiled and didn’t say a word, but my one call changed everything.

“Tell me everything,” she said.

I did.

Six months earlier, Selene had helped me formally revoke every emergency access permission I had ever given my parents. That was after my mother had let herself in twice to “clean” and Talia once hosted a birthday brunch in my house while I was out of town.

Selene had told me then, “If they do it again, don’t debate. Document.”

So I did exactly that.

“Do not go back inside,” she said. “I’m sending you the signed property records, lock-change invoice, and revocation notice. Call the police. Then contact your security company and have them preserve today’s footage.”

By the time officers arrived, I had everything ready.

My parents tried first.

My mother cried and said it was a family arrangement. My father claimed I had agreed verbally. Talia held one of the kids and said I was punishing her because I had always been jealous.