Miriam listened quietly, asked clean practical questions, and said, “You have more documentation than most of my clients do after a lawsuit has already begun.”
Within forty-eight hours, Miriam had drafted a formal notice to vacate, a demand preserving Evelyn’s right to recover certain documented expenses if necessary, and instructions regarding locks, occupancy, and future communication.
Evelyn printed everything and placed it in two neat folders.
When she came home five days later, Connor’s car was parked crookedly in the driveway.
Upstairs lights blazed.
Through the front window, she saw movement—impatient, angry movement.
Megan opened the door before Evelyn reached for her key.
“Where have you been?” Megan snapped.
Her mascara was perfect, but her voice had a crack in it.
“Do you have any idea what you did to us?”
Evelyn stepped inside, closed the door, and unbuttoned her coat.
“I was on vacation,” she said.
