22 August 2026

I Left for a Few Peaceful Days. When I Came Back, Everything I Owned Was Piled by the Trash, and I Was Told to Leave.

Floyd nodded. “Yeah. Makes sense.”

Pamela signed where she was told.

I signed the deed.

The house became mine. Legally. Solely. With a verbal agreement to transfer it later.

For eight years, that arrangement worked.

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