“That affidavit is void, because your father owns zero equity in 412 Maple Street,” Dalton added.

“This is ridiculous,” Richard said.

“I kept up that property for ten years.

I paid the yearly city utility bills.”

“Fifty dollars a month,” I said, speaking up for the first time.

Richard looked straight at me, his jaw clenching.

“You slept in my house, drank my coffee, and now you sit here with lawyers,” Richard said.

“It was never your house, Dad,” I said.