“Exactly. That’s why I’m calling.”
I heard Megan grab a pen and paper.
“Tell me everything.”
I explained the situation in fifteen minutes.
The down payment.
The deeds.
The payments.
The humiliation.
The text about the leftovers.
When I finished, Megan let out a low whistle.
“Aunt B, are you telling me that house is completely in your name and they don’t know it?”
“That’s right.”
“And you have proof of everything you’ve invested, every receipt, every transfer, everything?”
“Oh my god.”
I heard Megan typing on her computer.
“Aunt B, this is… this is legal gold. You have a solid case, rock solid.”
“What can I do?”
“Whatever you want. You can evict them. You can charge them back rent. You can sell the house. Legally, they are your tenants without a lease. They have no rights to the property.”
I felt a smile spread across my face.
