On an Oak Creek Street, a Retired Navy SEAL Took Off His Flannel Shirt
It said my personal umbrella and homeowner’s liability policies had been suspended as of twelve noon today.
The adjuster pointed to active third-party assault claims Harry Caldwell had filed against me on behalf of his nineteen-year-old son, Trent.
Without liability coverage, any injury on my property or any civil judgment against my deed would land squarely on my personal bank account.
My monthly pay as a corporate data auditor handled our mortgage, our groceries, and three hundred dollars in HOA dues, but it left nothing extra for fighting an uninsured title lawsuit.
I folded the insurance letter back along its creases and smoothed the blue paper flat with the heel of my hand.