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.”
“This isn’t over,” I said, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. “Not by a long shot.”That night in my cramped apartment, I sat surrounded by the pile of possessions Carla had deemed worthy of giving me. Fifteen years in that house, and all I had to show for it were some clothes and a few mementos.My phone rang. It was Dad’s lawyer, Mr. Abernathy.
“Olivia? I’ve been trying to reach you. We need to discuss your father’s will.”
I wiped my eyes. “Can it wait? I’ve had a pretty awful day.”
“It’s about the house,” he said. “Has Carla contacted you?”
My heart skipped. “She changed the locks and kicked me out today. Said the house is hers now.”There was a long pause. “Olivia, I think you should come to my office tomorrow morning. There’s something your father wanted you to know.”The next day, I sat across from Mr. Abernathy as he slid a document across his desk.
“Your father updated his will six months ago. He put the house in a trust. For you.”
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