briefcase. "There are additional documents regarding the house. May we come in?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
Camila faltered but stepped aside, suddenly unsure. The officer and the attorney stepped inside. The house, so loud seconds ago, was silent.
Jen whispered, "What's going on?"
The officer turned to me. "Chelsea, your father left instructions for tonight."
He handed Camila an envelope. She tore it open, hands shaking, and read aloud:
"Camila, when you married me, you promised Chelsea would never feel alone in her own home.
If you broke that promise, you broke faith with me, too.
This house belongs to my daughter. You were only ever allowed to live here while you cared for her."
If you've mistreated her in any way... she has every right to kick you out."
"Chelsea, your father left instructions for tonight."
Camila's voice cracked on the last line.
"I have been mistreated," I said quietly.
Shinia looked me in the eye and nodded slightly. She stepped forward.
"Sergeant Martin placed the house in trust for Chelsea. That condition has been violated. The house reverts fully to Chelsea as of tonight. You and your daughters will receive formal notice to vacate."
Camila sank into the nearest chair. Jen stared at the floor. Lia looked like she might cry.
Neither of them moved toward the door. The car that was supposed to take them to prom sat idling outside for a few seconds… then slowly pulled away.
