Several registered letters had been delivered. My mother refused hers, which Soraya said still mattered because refusal proved delivery was attempted. My father did not respond. Keaton, apparently, had hired a lawyer.
The lawyer sent a letter claiming my parents had an “informal family agreement” granting them regular use of the lake house in exchange for “decades of parental support.”
Soraya read that sentence aloud and then laughed.
Not politely.
Fully.
“Arden, this is nonsense dressed in a suit.”
“What happens now?”
“We reply once. Firmly. Politely. We state that no such agreement exists, that they have no ownership interest, and that any further harassment will be met with legal action for trespass and misuse of property.”
“Do we sue?”
“We can,” she said. “You have evidence. The damages would not make you rich, but a public win is still a win. The question is whether you want two years
