They Said My House Was No Longer Mine—I Let Them Believe It

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“Her attorney?” my mother repeated.

“That’s correct.” Patricia climbed the porch steps and stood beside me. “I’m here regarding the illegal trespass and attempted fraud currently in progress.”

“Fraud?” my father sputtered. “Now wait just a minute—”

“No, you wait,” Patricia said, her voice sharp as broken glass. “That paperwork your daughter continue reading …