Chloe froze when she saw the bags.
Confusion became anger, then fear.
“What is this?” she said.
I didn’t answer.
Richard moved toward the house.
“What did you do?” he demanded.
Same question.
Different ending.
The sheriff stepped in.
“Sir,” he said calmly. “I’m going to need you to stop right there.”
Richard kept moving another step.
“I’m not stopping on my own property,” he snapped.
The sheriff remained calm.
“Actually,” he said, taking out a document. “You are.”
He handed Richard the papers.
Richard read.
For once, he had no immediate response.
Official eviction notice.
Stamped.
Legal.
Attached documentation connected to the fraud case and multiple counts.
Evelyn stepped closer.
“Let me see that,” she said.
Richard handed it over.
Her composure lasted seconds longer.
“This is ridiculous,” she said. “There’s been a misunderstanding.”
“No, ma’am,” the sheriff replied. “There hasn’t.”
Simple.
Final.
