Chapter 7 - Daniel And Vanessa Arrive Expecting To Claim My House
Forty-eight hours after our recorded phone call, a white moving van pulled up into my driveway. Daniel and Vanessa stepped out of their sedan, looking remarkably smug as they walked toward my front porch. Vanessa was carrying a clipboard, wearing designer sunglasses and a triumphant smile as if she already owned the title. They marched up to the front door, and Daniel confidently jammed a key into the deadbolt lock.
The key turned twice, but the internal security deadbolt—controlled by my encrypted smartphone—remained firmly bolted shut. Daniel frowned, jiggling the key harder before pounding his fist against the solid oak front panel.
"Mom! Open up right now! We know you're in there!" Daniel shouted loudly from the porch step. I walked slowly down the hallway, unlocking the heavy wooden door and peering out through the security chain gap.
"You can't lock us out of our own property, Margaret!" Vanessa shrieked, pushing past Daniel toward the door frame. "According to the Franklin County Court of Common Pleas, this house belongs exclusively to me," I replied coldly.
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I held up a crisp copy of the emergency judicial restraining order stamped with an official judge's signature. Daniel’s jaw dropped in absolute horror as he read the bold legal headings commanding him to stay away.
"You... you filed a lawsuit against your own son?" Daniel stammered, his face turning pale gray. "You committed felony forgery against your own mother; did you expect me to bake you a welcome pie?" I asked dryly.
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