My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me

Richard did not touch the paper immediately. He looked at the document through his reading glasses, his face completely flat. “And what is it you are asking Emily to do today, exactly?”

“She needs to sign the corrective affidavit,” Charles said, tapping the manila envelope. “The lender requires a clean signature confirmation to clear the title cloud, and we want her out of the house by tomorrow morning.”

“And if she refuses?” Richard asked.

Charles leaned forward, his hands flat on the polished wood. “We have already frozen the joint account at Riverside First National, which contains her entire savings of eleven thousand four hundred dollars. She has no access to those funds, and she cannot afford to fight us in court.”

I kept my hands folded in my lap, double-checking the position of my notebook and the legal folder beside me. I looked at my mother, who kept her eyes fixed on the table, her fingers obsessively smoothing the hem of her skirt.

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