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My Classic Car Collection Became a Family Battlefield, and I Had to Draw Financial Boundaries
She sounded certain.
The Real Estate Agent Returns With Documents
Two days later, I got another knock at my door.
Natalie stood there again, and beside her was Teresa, the real estate agent. Teresa held a folder thick enough to make my suspicion flare instantly.
“I just need a few signatures,” Teresa said brightly, like she was dropping off a pizza menu. “I’ve found someone interested in purchasing the collection.”
I stared at her. “I haven’t agreed to sell anything.”
Teresa’s smile wobbled. “Your father gave me the impression this was already decided as a family.”
“My father has no authority over my property,” I said carefully. “These cars are titled in my name. I purchased them. I maintain them. I decide what happens to them.”
Natalie crossed her arms. “You’re being difficult on purpose.”
I stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind me, keeping my tone firm. “You both need to leave.”
Teresa looked uncomfortable, as if she’d been pulled into something she didn’t fully understand. Natalie looked furious, like I had broken a promise I’d never made.
