My daughter-in-law laughed as she gave me a $2 scratch-off for my 73rd birthday. Ten months later, my own son shoved a senior living brochure in front of me and said, “We already picked your room.” They thought I was too old to fight back. They had no idea what I had been hiding.
“We can’t keep delaying.”
Jessica answered, “Then buy it somehow.
I am not moving the children again.”
That evening I looked up the public property records.
The house was owned by an investment company, not my son.
Colin and Jessica had a long-term lease with a purchase option they could not afford to exercise.
I spoke to Richard the next day.
He contacted the owner through a separate attorney.