The officer asked again.
Dale pulled two house keys from his pocket.
They were old keys—from before we changed every exterior lock three months earlier.
For the first time that night, my mother looked uncertain.
I almost felt sorry for her.
Then she leaned toward me and hissed, “You’ll regret humiliating me.”
I met her eyes.
“No, Mom. You’re finally going to regret underestimating me.”
Part 3
The officers ordered everyone off the property and documented the forged agreement. The moving truck left with every box still inside.
But my mother wasn’t done.
At 8:10 the next morning, while I fed Lily, she posted online that I had “thrown my homeless family into the street hours after giving birth.” Relatives started calling before breakfast.
I didn’t argue.
At noon, my attorney sent one email.
Attached were the texts, camera footage, forged occupancy agreement, proof of the false address changes, and notice that any further attempt to enter the property would trigger legal action.
