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

saw the officers in the living room, he stopped cold. “What is this?”

The officer stepped forward. “Are you Matthew, son of Mrs. Olga?”

“Yes, but—”

“I have an eviction order issued by the civil court. You and anyone under your responsibility have forty-eight hours to vacate this property.” He handed him a thick envelope.

Matthew’s hands trembled as he continue reading …