I Arrived at My Beach House to Find It Under Construction. By Morning, They Were Knocking at 6 a.m.

out front. Four people emerged: two uniformed process servers and two witnesses. They carried clipboards, cameras, tablets.

I opened the door before they knocked. “Good morning. I was expecting you.”

The senior officer nodded. “You are Mrs. Olga, owner of this residence?”

“Yes.”

“We have legal documents to serve to a Mr. Matthew and Mrs. Khloe. Are they continue reading …