my parents were the only owners. Cassandra? Just a guest. And legally, guests can be evicted. I invited her to lunch, recorded our conversation, and used it as evidence. Three days later, I returned with a police escort and an eviction notice. A week later, my parents were back home,
warm, safe, and surrounded by love. Cassandra? Couch-surfing. Nathan? Gone.That Easter ended with grilled steaks, tulips on the table, and laughter echoing through the house again. Home was home again—and everything was back where it belonged.