Part 3: Changing the Locks
Two months earlier, I’d bought the property from my parents at fair market value after they ran into mortgage difficulties.
Mom had kept an emergency key because she still stored belongings there.
That arrangement was now over.
“I’ve changed the access codes,” I explained. “You can collect your remaining things by appointment.”
Mom stared at me.
“You’re banning your own mother?”
“I’m protecting my property.”
Then I handed Ashley another document.
It was the dealership’s estimate for repairing my BMW.
$6,840.
Her face fell.
“I don’t have that kind of money!”
“You’ll need to arrange repayment.”
Mom immediately protested.
“Daniel, you earn more than she does!”
I met her eyes.
“And?”
For once, she had no answer.
