She stared at the paper like it had personally insulted her. “T-This isn’t…
You can’t… That’s not fair!”
“Oh, it’s completely fair,” I said, keeping my voice even. “You tried to throw me and your husband’s grandchildren onto the street while I was about to give birth.
You didn’t just cross a line — you set the whole field on fire.”
She stood up, eyes wild. “You think this little piece of paper gives you the right to—”
“To stay in my home?” I said. “Yes.
And the officers outside agree.”
She froze. “What?”
Two police officers stepped in from the hallway. One of the shelter volunteers had come with me, just in case things got ugly, and thankfully, I’d had the sense to inform the authorities before confronting her.
The officers explained everything calmly. She had no legal claim to the house. The documents were clear and valid.
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