That night, I changed every lock, reset the garage system, updated the alarm codes, and had Selene file a formal no-trespass order. Darlene stayed with me while I checked every room.
In my bedroom closet, I found two of Talia’s dresses already hanging there.
As if confidence could become ownership.
The next morning, I woke to missed calls and messages. My mother said I had “destroyed the family over a house.”
Then Jace messaged me.
He apologized.
He said Talia had told him the house was bought partly with family money and was basically hers, but that I refused to share because I resented her. After the police came, he realized the story didn’t make sense.
I sent him only the documents that mattered: the deed, the closing papers, and the revocation notice.
