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My mind struggled to process his words. Paperwork? What paperwork? I’d signed nothing.
“Steven, this is ridiculous. Let me inside my home right now.”
Jessica appeared beside him, her blonde hair perfectly styled, wearing what I recognized as my own emerald earrings—William’s gift for our 25th anniversary.
“Martha,” she said with false sweetness, “we’ve packed your personal items. They’re in boxes in the garage. We can have them delivered wherever you’re staying.”
From behind them emerged Jessica’s parents, Howard and Patricia Thompson. I’d met them only a handful of times. Howard, tall with silver hair, had always struck me as arrogant. Patricia had never bothered to hide her disdain for what she called my “quaint” home—the same home she now stood in as if she owned it.
“I’m sorry it came to this,” Howard said without sounding sorry. “But Steven made the arrangements quite clear. The house has been transferred legally.”
“Legally?” I sputtered. “That’s impossible. I never signed anything.”
