My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me
“Your sister is trying to secure her future, Emily,” she said, sliding the document toward me. “We all are. This is a simple co-ownership agreement for the Elm Street house. It puts your name, Ashley’s name, and our names on the title together.”
I looked down at the title block. It was drafted by a legal service, not an attorney.
“Grandfather left the house to me,” I said. “He was very clear about that.”
“Your grandfather was eighty-eight and not thinking about the entire family,” she said, her voice dropping the sugary tone for a fraction of a second. “This house belongs to the family, not just you. If we all share the title, we can use the equity to help Ashley with her new venture.”
“Her cryptocurrency firm failed, Mom,” I said. “She owes over eighty thousand dollars to her creditors.”
My mother smoothed her skirt again, her fingers moving faster now. “That was a temporary setback. This new project is different. We just need you to sign on page three.”
“I am not signing it,” I said.
