Three days later, my mother received a letter that would change everything. I had been busy during those days, not just finding us a temporary place to stay but also preparing to fight for what was rightfully ours.
The letter was from my lawyer. It outlined the legal implications of what she and Aunt Brittany had done: changing locks without notice, effectively evicting us from what had been our home. It included a clear statement that they were in violation of several housing laws and that there would be consequences if they didn’t rectify the situation immediately.
When Hannah and I arrived at my mother’s house that afternoon, the air was heavy with the tension of unresolved issues. I had been careful to keep the details from Hannah, wanting to shield her from the complexity of adult conflicts. But I knew she sensed that something significant was happening.
