My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.
We discussed Cedarline’s records and the written permission I had given Trevor when he and Kristen moved into the property.
I had called it a gift in conversation, and he had believed I meant ownership.
Howard pointed out that our family had created an avoidable ambiguity by never discussing the arrangement plainly.
That did not excuse violence or fraud.
It did mean a decent lawyer might ask uncomfortable questions about promises I had made.
‘Let them ask,’ I said.
‘I can admit my mistakes without pretending his were harmless.’
After the call I sat by the window until the porch light came on.