Four hundred dollars a month.
For a three-bedroom house with a new roof and a backyard I’d been dreaming about since I was thirty.
“I never signed anything,” I said. “I haven’t spoken to Mark since the divorce hearing, except through my attorney.”
“I hear you,” Officer Hale said. His voice was careful but not unkind. “Here’s my problem. If there’s a signed lease, even a disputed one, a lot of departments will treat it as a civil matter between a landlord and tenant. That means a court process. An eviction. I’m not saying that’s where this goes. I’m telling you what I’m looking at.”
An eviction.
I’d read about those. People in my exact position. Homeowners who came back from a trip to find someone living in their house with a piece of paper, and spent months and thousands of dollars in court trying to get them out, while strangers slept in their beds.
