She handed both women formal notices terminating their occupancy—the agreement allowed immediate removal for violence, criminal activity, or danger to a child.

A locksmith waiting outside came in with new cylinders. Two officers supervised while Eleanor and Audrey were permitted to collect clothing, medication, and identification.

Eleanor stared at the family portraits along the staircase. “You owe me this house.”

“I offered you safety,” I said. “You turned it into a prison.”

She lowered her voice. “Drop the charges, and I’ll forgive you.”

For the first time that night, I almost laughed.