“Delivery?” Mike asked stupidly, instinctively stepping back. “Removal,” the crew lead said shortly, checking the order on his tablet. “Emergency move-out and packing of personal belongings.
Michael Turner and associated occupants.” Mike froze. His mind, not used to moving quickly, stalled out completely.
“What move-out? What are you talking about? You’ve got the wrong house.”
At that moment Eleanor stepped into the foyer. She had changed into her favorite jeans and a crisp white button-down shirt. In her hands was a folder containing the deed to the house.
“No mistake,” she said clearly. “Go ahead and get started. Those duffel bags in the hall are theirs, and there’s a woman and a boy in the living room.
They need to be escorted out as well. Pack fast. Don’t sort. Just bag everything.”
“Eleanor, what are you doing?” Mike went pale in an instant. The smile slid off his face like cheap paint in the rain. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“It’s a residence solution, Mike.” Eleanor walked to the front door and opened it wider. “Just not for Maddie.
It’s for you. You’re going back to your mother’s—with your mother and with Tyler.” “You have no right!
We’re married. This is marital property.” “I bought this house five years before we got married,” Eleanor said sharply.
“You are not on the deed. You are not even listed here as a resident. You are a guest, and guests who foul the nest are the first to go.” “Dad!” Tyler screamed when he saw a large man in uniform sweeping his things off Maddie’s bed into a big black contractor bag.
“They took my tablet!” Gloria emerged from the living room, flushed red with outrage. “What is this supposed to be?
I’m calling the police right now! You shameless woman—how dare you treat my son this way? We live here by right…”
