“This is my line in the sand,” I said aloud to the waves.
My phone buzzed with texts from Eleanor’s network.
Sarah:
“Mom says you’re being difficult about the house again.”
Margaret:
“Just give Eleanor what she wants. You know how she gets.”
Even Marcus’s weak attempt:
“Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
No.
No more talks.
No more compromise.
No more being the family doormat.
I called David Chen Williams back.
“David, I need more than cease-and-desist letters. Pull everything—the LLC structure, the occupancy clauses, my full ownership documentation. And I want to know something. If someone claims ownership of a property that isn’t theirs to secure a loan, what kind of fraud is that?”
“Federal crime, potentially. Wire fraud if they use electronic communications. Why?”
“Just curious. Also, can you get me the security footage from the property from tonight? I want Eleanor’s threats on record.”
