My Stepmom Changed the Locks After My Dad Passed to Keep Me Out – She Didn’t Know My Dad Had Prepared for This Scenario

This house is mine now. You were never more than a guest.

I’ve changed the locks. My kids will be moving in… not you.

Time to grow up and move on.

— Carla”

My suitcases sat on the porch, along with my mother’s painting — the only one she completed before cancer took her… and the ceramic urn containing my childhood dog’s ashes.

Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as fury built into my chest. I pounded on the door.

“Carla! Open this door right now!”

The curtain in the front window twitched. I saw her face for just a second before she disappeared.

“You can’t do this!” I shouted. “This is my home too!”

I was still pounding on the door when a police cruiser pulled up behind me. The officer stepped out, calm but firm.

“Ma’am, we’ve received a complaint about a disturbance. I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises.”

My stomach dropped. I turned to face him, stunned. “This is my father’s house.”

“Ma’am, I understand you’re upset, but the property owner has asked you to leave. If you don’t, we’ll have to escort you away.”

I grabbed my suitcases and my mom’s painting, carefully balancing the urn, and loaded everything into my car. As I pulled away, I saw Carla watching from the window, that tight smile on her face.

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