“Dad brought his lawyer over to serve papers,” Brandon called back to his wife.

Melissa strode quickly down the brick path until she stood two inches from my coat.

“Have you lost your mind, Robert?” Melissa said.

Her voice carried clearly across the trimmed yard.

“You’re turning into a bitter, spiteful old man.”

Sandra pushed her thick wire spectacles up with her thumb and moved toward the porch steps, clipboard in hand.

“I need access to inspect the main rooms, check the structural integrity and measure the square footage of the main floor,” Sandra said.

“You’re not setting foot in my home,” Melissa snapped.