My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.

The paperwork signed that morning transferred the property subject to those rights; the buyer knew about the dispute and had agreed to manage lawful possession.

‘I’m glad you told me that before I found someone changing the locks at River Oaks,’ I said.

‘You hired me to tell you things you don’t necessarily want to hear,’ Howard answered.

‘You also hired me to keep you from making a righteous decision in an unlawful way.’

I had wanted the house gone quickly because I wanted the pain gone quickly.

Neither would happen on command.