My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me
“The maintenance costs are six hundred and forty dollars a year, including the property tax assessment,” I said, looking her directly in the eyes. “I have already budgeted for them.”
“Well, the budget does not matter anymore,” she said, tapping the blue clip against her palm. “The property has been transferred. I have the new title paperwork right here in my hand.”
“I have not signed any transfer documents,” I said.
“You must have forgotten,” she said, stepping closer and placing her other hand on the silver-plated kettle, her fingers tracing the engraved initials of our grandparents. “We have the papers registered with the county. It is all official, Emily. We only want what is best for you.”
“I did not sign a quitclaim deed, Ashley.”
“Well, the county records say otherwise,” she said, her smile disappearing for a fraction of a second, leaving her face looking suddenly thin and tired. “We found a very nice studio apartment for you over on Vine Street. The rent is reasonable, and it is much closer to your accounting office. We can help you move your boxes on Thursday evening.”
