When I confronted Daniel and Norma in the kitchen, they accused me of misunderstanding their intentions. I asked a simple question: who owned the house? Neither of them answered.
I told them I would contribute to my own home, not theirs. For a moment, Daniel looked hopeful when I mentioned my paid-off house. Then his expression changed to fear.
Upstairs, I found my suitcase half packed on the bed. My jewelry had been carefully stored inside, and my passport was missing from the nightstand drawer.
Daniel finally admitted the truth. They thought if I moved out temporarily, I might agree to add him to my home’s deed before returning. I walked past both of them, got in my car, and drove straight to the house that had always belonged to me-
