My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me
“She is twenty-nine years old,” Charles said, his voice tightening as he stepped closer. “A felony conviction for forgery will follow her for the rest of her life. She will never get a job in finance again. She will never recover from this.”
“She should have thought of that before she forged my name on a deed,” I said.
“We did this for the family,” he said, his hand dropping to his side. “We needed to pool our assets to keep everything afloat after the business losses last winter. You were keeping this house to yourself while your sister was drowning under eighty-four thousand dollars of high-interest debt.”
“You froze my accounts to force me out,” I said. “You let her put a surveyor on my lawn to divide the lot.”
“It was a business decision,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “We expected you to be reasonable. If you sign the affidavit, we will pay you an additional fifteen thousand dollars from our personal retirement account. We can have the paperwork drawn up by tomorrow afternoon.”
