I asked Sasha directly whether she had invited them. Her voice trembled, but she finally said no. I photographed the chore list, gathered the property documents, and contacted the sheriff’s office. Omar accused me of creating unnecessary drama, while Denise insisted that I was destroying their family. I refused to argue. My daughter deserved to feel safe.
When the deputy arrived, Derek tried to protect a plastic storage container. Something about his behavior raised suspicion. Inside were several envelopes, bank notices, and a document carrying Sasha’s reproduced signature. My daughter stared at it in disbelief. She insisted she had never signed anything authorizing the arrangement.
