“This is our home and we have rights,” Bradley screamed, but I remained at the open door with the freezing wind blowing against my back.
Officers Miller and Park arrived within twelve minutes and asked to see my identification along with the deed to the property I had ready in my study.
“I am the sole owner of this residence and these individuals no longer have my permission to remain on the premises,” I told the officers firmly.
The police informed Bradley that he had no legal tenancy and that he would need to gather his belongings and vacate the house immediately.
Sienna clutched her bag with tears running down her cheeks while Bradley hissed a low threat about how I would eventually regret this decision.
The silence that followed their departure was louder than any noise had ever been, but I woke up the next morning feeling a strange sense of peace.
I called a locksmith to replace every exterior lock with new brass hardware so that only I would hold the keys to my own front door.
My neighbor Barnaby came over with coffee and listened to the entire story before advising me to contact a lawyer named Patrick O’Malley.