Dad stopped at the bottom of the walkway.
“Morning.”
Nobody answered.
The locksmith looked at Vanessa.
“You said the homeowner passed away.”
Dad raised his hand.
“Rumors of my death appear to be exaggerated.”
The police officers arrived behind us.
Vanessa immediately started crying.
Actual tears this time.
“Dad, please. We panicked.”
Dad looked at the locksmith.
“Did she show you proof that I was dead?”
“No, sir.”
“Proof she owned the house?”
“No.”
Vanessa stepped forward.
“Dad, we can explain.”
“You’ve been doing a lot of explaining today.”
Grant’s face hardened.
“This is a family matter.”
One officer looked at him.
“Then you should probably stop trying to change locks on property you don’t own.”
Grant went quiet.
Dad walked onto the porch.
His front door was still locked.
No visible damage.
The officers asked whether he wanted Vanessa and Grant removed from the property.
Dad looked at his older daughter for a long time.
