“Three of your old neighbors phoned my office before eight fifteen,” Margaret said.

I sat down across from her and laid my handkerchief on the dark wooden table.

“They’re just repeating whatever Brandon told them.”

“Melissa’s been busy on her suburban social media pages since midnight,” Margaret said.

She opened a thick blue paper folder.

“She’s claiming you’re throwing your own grandchildren into the street with no financial support.”

“The house belongs to Mitchell Family Holdings,” I said.

“It has belonged to the corporation since 2010.”