“It isn’t your home, Melissa,” I said quietly.

“We raised our kids here!” Melissa yelled.

She turned toward the sidewalk, where a neighbor walking a golden retriever had stopped to stare.

“Look at him!

He wants to throw his own grandchildren out on the street because he’s lonely!”

“We put forty thousand dollars into this place,” Brandon said, pointing at the front door.

“I paid for the kitchen remodel myself four years ago.”

“The Mitchell Family Holdings corporate ledger shows a payment of forty-two thousand dollars for contractor work in May 2018,” Margaret said without lifting her eyes from her legal pad.