“This is MY house!” I shouted, my voice shaking.
But to them, my words were just noise. Gwen sobbed louder. Tyler demanded I leave. Mom spat venom. Three faces twisted with entitlement, against me.
And in that moment, I realized — I was already gone.
One Phone Call
I locked myself in my room and dialed Dad’s brother, Uncle Bob. He answered on the third ring.
“Katie? Everything okay, sweetheart?”
The dam broke. I sobbed, words tumbling out. “They’ve taken over, Uncle Bob. They want me out of my own house. I can’t do this anymore.”
He was quiet for a long beat, then his voice dropped, steel under velvet. “Your father trusted you for a reason. Remember when I offered to buy the house? That offer still stands.”
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