PART 3
My parents returned eleven days later, convinced they could still intimidate me into surrendering.
Instead, two sheriff’s deputies and Mara were waiting at the lake house.
I watched everything through a video call from the apartment near the hospital.
Their taxi stopped at the end of the driveway.
My mother stepped out wearing white linen, while my father stared at the legal notices attached beside the front door.
“This is our home!” he shouted.
Mara remained calm on the porch.
“No, Mr. Bennett. The house belongs to Claire Bennett Holdings. You lived here under a revocable family occupancy agreement, and that agreement has now been legally terminated.”
“Our daughter gave us this property,” my mother insisted.
“Your daughter allowed you to live here,” Mara corrected. “The signed documents are very clear.”
My father moved toward the door, but one of the deputies blocked him.
Then Mara revealed what they had never expected.
“The court has prohibited you from removing or damaging anything on the property. The bank has referred the attempted loan for investigation, and the contractor confirmed that Mrs. Bennett used Claire’s signature without authorization.”
My mother’s expression collapsed.
“Claire told you that?”
“The evidence did,” Mara replied.
They called me immediately.
I answered beside the window, one hand resting over my stomach.
