who they were while dealing with who they have chosen to become.
Cassie whispered, “Ryan… what did he already tell them?”
Ryan did not answer her.
He was watching the phone in my hand.
I dialed the first number on the referral sheet.
When the advocate answered, I gave my name.
Then I gave my address.
Then I said, clearly, “I am the homeowner. My adult son and daughter-in-law moved into my house temporarily. While I was hospitalized for heart surgery, they moved me out of my master bedroom without permission. I need help documenting what happens next.”
Cassie sat down at the counter stool like her knees had stopped trusting her.
Ryan turned away and pressed both hands to the back of his neck.
The advocate did not sound shocked.
That was somehow worse.
She asked whether I had immediate danger.
I said no.
She asked whether my name
