My father called me selfish. Talia accused me of humiliating her children. Jace pulled her aside, and their whispering quickly became an argument.
“You said it was yours,” I heard him snap. “You told me she owed you.”
The police ordered them to remove everything. Then they warned my parents and Talia that returning could lead to trespassing charges.
But it wasn’t over.
While the movers carried the furniture back out, Selene called again.
“Sit down,” she said.
Two weeks earlier, Talia had called the county utilities office pretending to be me, asking what was needed to add authorized residents to my account. That same day, someone contacted my insurance company asking whether immediate family living on-site would affect the policy. Then my father emailed my mortgage lender asking about title transfer for a “shared family residence.”
This hadn’t been sudden.
They had planned it.
