the lie they later intend to tell.
At 7:42 the next morning, my phone started vibrating.
Eric.
Then Diane.
Then Kyle.
I waited until 8:03 to answer.
Eric sounded breathless. “What did you do?”
Outside my house stood two sheriff’s deputies, a locksmith, Maya, and a professional moving crew.
I had not arranged an illegal eviction. Maya had prepared a formal notice removing Eric’s guests as unauthorized occupants, while the deputies were present because I had filed an assault report using the security footage. Eric himself was not