“And you’ve lived here for free,” I cut in.
That hit.
She turned to my dad, who had just walked in, confused by the noise.
“Tell her,” Tracy demanded. “Tell her this is ridiculous.”
My dad looked at the paper.
And went pale.
“You… knew?” I asked him quietly.
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
That hurt more than anything Tracy had ever done.
“This changes nothing,” Tracy said sharply, trying to recover. “You’re still a child. You can’t just—”
“I can,” I said.
Then I pulled out the second set of papers.
And placed them gently on the table.
“Those are your eviction notices.”
Everything exploded.
“This is ILLEGAL!” Tracy screamed.
“It’s not,” I replied.
Brandon stood up. “You’re kicking us out? Are you serious right now?”
Sierra started crying immediately. “Where are we supposed to go?!”
I didn’t raise my voice.
“You have thirty days,” I said.
“Oh, we are NOT leaving,” Tracy snapped. “You think you can just play landlord? I will fight this—”
“You can,” I said calmly.
Then I tilted my head slightly.
“But you won’t win.”
Right on cue—
There was a knock at the door.
Three sharp hits.
Tracy froze.
I walked past her and opened it.
Two deputies stood outside.
“I believe you were informed,” one of them said, stepping forward.
The room went dead quiet.
“This is harassment!” Tracy shouted, her voice cracking now.
The deputy didn’t even react.
“Ma’am, you’ve been served. Any further issues can be handled through the court.”
For the first time…
