“We’re ruined,” she sobbed. “We’re going to lose everything.”

“You already lost it,” I said, looking around the foyer.

I pointed to the papers my mother had dropped on the table.

“That is a three-day notice to quit,” I said. “An eviction notice.”

“Eviction?” Melanie screamed, her voice cracking. “You can’t evict us from our own home!”

“It’s not your home,” I said. “It belongs to the trust, and as the newly appointed sole trustee, I am terminating your tenancy.”

“We have nowhere to go, Sadie,” my mother pleaded, looking up with tears streaming down her face. “Please. You can’t do this to your family.”

“You weren’t thinking about family when you left me in that hospital room,” I said.

Wyatt touched my arm, a gentle reminder to stay focused.

“You have seventy-two hours to pack your personal belongings,” Wyatt told them. “After that, the sheriff will remove you.”

My father stepped closer to me, his fists clenching at his sides.

“You think you’ve won, Sadie?” he whispered, his eyes dark with malice. “You think you can just walk in here and take what I built?”