When I Moved Into My First House, I Came Home One Night To Find My Parents Sitting In The Living Room. When I Asked Why, My Mom Smiled And Said: “We’ll Treat It Like A Family Place Now.” I Didn’t Argue.

They all blinked. Dad frowned. “What’s on page two?”

“Your names,” I said, “under unauthorized occupants.”

Before they could respond, the doorbell rang.

When I opened it, Kevin was standing there—sharp suit, calm eyes—and a folder labeled: eviction enforcement, private property. Mom’s face drained of color. “Carrie, what is this?”

Kevin nodded politely.

“Good morning, Mrs. Negron. I’m here on behalf of the CN Holdings Trust to serve notice of unauthorized residency.”

Dad’s voice sharpened.

“You can’t be serious.”

Kevin opened the folder. “According to public records, you and Mrs. Negron both listed this address as your primary residence without the property owner’s consent.

That’s a violation of state law and trust policy sections 3A through 5C.”

Natalie snorted. “What? You’re the fun police?”

Kevin didn’t even glance at her.

“Miss Negron, you also violated section 9 by attempting to monetize property images for personal use.”

“What?” she snapped. I pointed toward her open laptop on the counter. “The listing photos you posted online for your dream home staging reel?

Yeah. My living room.”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Mom tried to cut in.

“Carrie, please. We’re your family.”

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