My mother-in-law blocked the entrance to my new apartment and screamed that her son had bought it for her, ordering me to leave.

I changed the sheets, unplugged appliances, gave a spare key to the building manager Priya for emergency access, and removed Blake from the entry list except through written authorization.

Or so I thought.

Then Blake and Evelyn began moving in.

Getting Evelyn out turned out to be easier than expected.

By the time security arrived, she had tightened the continue reading …