“Officer, thank God. My son is having a breakdown. He locked us out of our own home.”
Miller looked at me.
“Morning, Carter. What’s going on?”
“They don’t live here. They arrived uninvited after selling their home in Ohio. They have never been allowed inside, and I am denying entry.”
Martha began crying.
“We’re his parents. We had an agreement.”
“Do you have a lease? Keys? Mail delivered here?” Miller asked.
“No,” Arthur snapped, “because he locked us out.”
“Then you have not established residency. The owner has revoked permission.”
Chloe crossed her arms.
“We’re family. This is civil.”
Miller watched the videos on my phone. His expression hardened.
“Sir, did you cut power to this residence and throw an object at that window?”
“He provoked me!”
“Being upset does not make vandalism legal,” Miller said. “Here are your choices. Pack your belongings and leave immediately, or I arrest you for property damage and consider trespass charges.”
Silence swallowed the driveway. Arthur looked at me, waiting for me to rescue him from consequences one more time.
“Option A sounds fair,” I said.
His shoulders collapsed.
“Load the truck,” he muttered.
Then he looked at me bitterly.
“You’re dead to us, Carter. You have no family.”
“I haven’t had family in years,” I replied. “Only dependents.”
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