He Was Sure the House and the Company Were His. He’d Never Bothered to Read the Deed, or the Trust My Husband Left

I pulled out my phone, sitting there on the wet concrete with a contraction building low in my back, and I called Miriam Whitlock, who had been my husband’s estate attorney and one of the few people he trusted without reservation.

She answered on the second ring.

“Adeline.

Is everything all right?”

“My father is inside my house,” I said, keeping my voice as level as I could.

“He just put his hands on me.

My water broke on the porch.

And I think he’s trying to take the property.”