“Teresa, be reasonable,” Richard interjected, trying to use his booming voice to regain control. “You’re throwing your own son out on the street over a misunderstanding.”
“It wasn’t a misunderstanding, Richard. It was an eviction notice,” I corrected. “They are employed adults. They will not be on the street. They will simply have to rent an apartment like everyone else.”
David stood up, his chair scraping violently against the hardwood floor.
“Dad left this house to both of us. It’s my inheritance.”
“Your father left this house to me,” I corrected smoothly. “His exact words were, ‘Take care of yourself, Tess.’ I intend to do just that. You are not entitled to my assets while I am still breathing.”
Sarah was breathing heavily, her face modeled with rage.
“After everything we’ve done for you, we kept you company. We checked in on you.”
“You ate my groceries, drove my car, and complained about my laundry service,” I replied. “I think you’ll find the real world is much less accommodating.”
