The important fact was simple.
“I purchased this property,” I said.
“The deed is in my name.
It has been in my name from the day I closed on it.”
Fiona stared at me.
“What?”
“Mom and Dad have my promise that this is their home for the rest of their lives.
But legally, you don’t own it.
Gregory doesn’t own it.
And neither of you has permission to remove them.”
Gregory’s face hardened.
The surprise disappeared, replaced by anger.
“That’s insane.
You gave them the house.”
“I gave them a home.
I kept title.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“It isn’t.”
He looked toward Dad as if expecting support.
Dad only adjusted his glasses.
His hands were still unsteady, but there was something different in his posture now.
He knew what the folder meant.
So did Mom.
Fiona stepped forward.
“Lucas, you never told me that.”
“There was no reason to.”
“I’m your sister.”
“That doesn’t put your name on a deed.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“So this is what this is about? Punishing me?”
I almost laughed, but nothing about Mom’s face made the situation funny.
“You came into their home, moved their belongings, packed their suitcases and stood by while your husband ordered Dad out.
This isn’t punishment.
This is me stopping you.”
Gregory slapped his palm against the table.
Mom jumped.
That ended whatever patience I had left.
“Do that again,” I said quietly, “and this conversation ends immediately.”
“You don’t threaten me.”
“I’m not threatening you.
I’m explaining what happens next.”
I took my phone from my pocket.
Gregory gave a contemptuous smile.
“Who are you calling? Your lawyer?”
“If necessary.”
His smile weakened.
Before driving from Portland, I had already called the attorney who handled the purchase.
Mom’s frightened voice had convinced me something was seriously wrong, and I wanted to know exactly where everyone stood before I arrived.
The answer had been uncomplicated.
The property was mine.
My parents lived there with my permission.
Fiona and Gregory were guests whose permission to remain could be withdrawn.
And after seeing the suitcases, the cracked window and my father’s terror, I had no doubt what I was going to do.
I looked at Fiona.
“You and Gregory are leaving today.”
She stared at me as though I had spoken another language.
