I Found the Part They Never Meant Me to See
When people are sloppy, they leave trails.
My job is following trails.
I started documenting everything.
- Damage to the floors.
- Stains, scratches, holes in drywall.
- Unpaid utility notices addressed to me.
That part was bad enough.
I’d been sending $1,500 a month for utilities.
But the bills weren’t paid.
They were being hidden.
Then I found the folder.
Tucked under a stack of junk in my sister’s husband’s “office.”
A manila folder labeled: House Project.
Inside were printouts about adverse possession.
Squatters’ rights.
Highlighted sections. Notes in handwriting I recognized.
They weren’t just freeloading.
They were planning.
Planning to turn my generosity into ownership.
Planning to claim residency, establish “control,” and box me out of my own property.
I photographed every page.
Every note.
Every highlighted line.
Then I sat at my kitchen counter, poured a glass of water, and made two phone calls.
Not to scream.
Not to beg.
To execute.
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