My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me
“The bank account,” he said, his voice flat, stripped of the lecture tone he usually used when he wanted to correct my financial decisions. “The twelve thousand dollars from your savings. I will sign the release form tonight.”
“You already agreed to do that in the office,” I said.
“I will do it immediately,” he said, turning his head to look at me. “The bank manager can have the funds back in your personal account by nine tomorrow morning. But I want your written agreement that you will not file any civil claims against us or the estate for the freeze.”
“I have no intention of suing you for civil damages,” I said. “I only want my money back.”
“And Ashley?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. “We need you to sign an affidavit stating the signature on the quitclaim deed might have been a mistake on the notary’s part. Something to give her lawyer room to negotiate with the private lender before they refer the file to the district attorney.”
“No,” I said.
