I went upstairs, locked my door, and called the one person I knew would believe me—my dad’s brother, Uncle Bob. He answered on the third ring. “Katie? What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I broke down, sobbing as I told him everything. “They want me out of my own house. I can’t do this anymore.”
He cursed under his breath, then stopped. “Remember when I offered to buy the house? That offer still stands. I’ll outbid anyone.”
I looked around my bedroom—the same room where Dad used to read me stories. I’d been clinging to memories while letting my present rot. “I’ll sell,” I whispered. “But I need them gone. All of them.”
“Done,” Uncle Bob said firmly. “I’ll call my lawyer in the morning.”
By the next day, the paperwork moved shockingly fast. When I walked into the living room where Mom, Tyler, and Gwen were watching TV, I felt eerily calm.
“I have something to say.” Tyler barely looked up. “Make it quick.” I turned off the TV. “Hey!” Gwen protested.
“I sold the house,” I said evenly. “To Uncle Bob. You have forty-eight hours to pack and leave.” The silence was deafening. Mom recovered first. “You’re joking.”
I handed her the documents. “I’m not. Uncle Bob starts renovations tomorrow. The locks get changed at noon on Saturday.”
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