Jenna called.
“What did you do?”
I answered calmly.
“Good morning.”
“Mom just got some insane letter saying she owes the trust forty-eight thousand dollars in unpaid occupancy expenses and has thirty days to cure the violations. She says you’re trying to evict her.”
“I’m enforcing an agreement.”
“You can’t enforce anything. That’s Mom and Dad’s house.”
“No. It’s Grandpa’s trust property.”
Jenna laughed sharply.
“You’re pathetic. You think some paperwork makes you powerful?”
That was the problem with my family.
They had confused my patience with permission.
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