Chapter 9 - The Legal Strike
I was discharged two weeks later, but I didn't go back to my father's house.
Claire rented a beautiful, quiet apartment on the other side of Spokane for her, Maya, and me.
She had officially filed for divorce.
The day the papers were served, Dad showed up at our apartment complex.
He was furious, pounding on the front door.
“Claire! You can’t take my kids!
You can’t do this!”
I walked to the door, feeling the slight weight of the pacemaker under my skin.
I opened it, keeping the chain lock engaged.
Dad looked at me, his anger faltering for a second.
“Leo. Son, tell her to stop this nonsense.
Come home.”
“This is my home now,” I said coldly.
“My lawyer sent yours an injunction today.
You are legally barred from touching anything in the attic.
If you sell so much as a single painting of Mom's, you will go to federal prison for fraud.”
Dad’s face turned gray.
He realized the jig was up.
We knew everything.
“Susan put me up to it,” he stammered, pathetic and desperate.
“You’re an adult,” I replied.
May you like
“Take some responsibility for once in your life.”
I slammed the door in his face.
