“I’m okay with it,” I said.
Rachel nodded.
“Then I’ve got your back. I’ll download backup copies of everything to my cloud, separate from yours. If you need a witness, I’m there.”
“Thank you.”
“Myra,” she said, and her eyes hardened. “Do not feel guilty. They did this. Not you.”
I hung up and went to my meeting.
I had a 2.3-million-dollar contract to close.
That evening, I emailed Marcus Webb, a real estate attorney who lived three houses down from me in Aurora. We had met at a neighborhood block party the previous summer. He had given me his card with the standard neighborly offer to reach out if I ever needed anything.
At the time, I thought I never would.
My email was professional and clinical.
Marcus, I have a legal question regarding property rights. My parents have a spare key to my home, given with permission in 2022 for emergency access. I have learned they plan to move my adult brother into my house without my knowledge or consent while I am traveling for work. Can you clarify my rights as sole property owner?
