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.

”

Priya’s eyebrows rose exactly one millimeter.

It was devastating.

“I see,” she said.

Evelyn pointed toward me. “She left. My son gave me permission to live here. He owns this apartment.”

“No,” I said. “He doesn’t.”

Evelyn turned toward me. “You don’t know what papers have already been signed.”

That sentence stayed with me.

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