My phone buzzed with a message from Lauren. “Why are you acting so difficult. It is just one weekend. Bradley’s family thinks you are crazy.”
I typed back one sentence. “We will talk later.”
Her response appeared almost instantly. “Stop being such a drama queen.”
I turned off my phone. The next morning I drove back to Wilmington and met with my attorney, Harold Whitaker.
Harold listened quietly while I explained the situation. “So they are currently staying on your property without your direct permission,” he said while writing notes.
“Yes.”
“And your brother in law ordered you to leave in front of multiple witnesses.”
“Yes.”
Harold leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful expression. “You have a few legal options. The most aggressive option would involve calling the police immediately and having them removed for trespassing. However because your sister had a key things could become messy.”
“What is the other option,” I asked.
He smiled slightly. “We make their stay extremely uncomfortable while remaining fully within the law.”
I leaned forward. “I like the sound of that.”