Priya had spent months casually calling my house \u201cours,\u201d but I never imagined she would eventually point toward my own back door and tell me where I should go. That evening, I quietly called Rosalind, my attorney. Months earlier, after Priya first began treating my home as though it belonged to her, we had prepared a thirty-day notice to vacate. I had never filed it because I kept hoping my family would find a way to settle things without lawyers. Now I asked Rosalind whether the plan was still ready.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I told her.<\/p>\n
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The scrape of Everett\u2019s chair against the floor told me everything. My son had finally understood what his wife was doing. Priya laughed when she heard about the notice, insisting I couldn’t evict my own son. Rosalind calmly explained through the speaker that I absolutely could, because I was the homeowner and the proper notice had already been prepared and signed. Priya turned toward Everett, expecting him to defend her. Instead, he looked at his wife, then at me, and said nothing. For once, his silence wasn’t cowardice. It was realization.<\/p>\n
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