Chapter 7 - Closing the Chapter
The police report filed that evening added another layer of legal armor around us. David called the next morning to confirm that my parents’ lawyer had officially advised them to cease all contact, realizing they had zero legal footing and a mountain of public embarrassment awaiting them if it went to a public trial.
By February, the old house sold in a single weekend. Bidding wars drove the price well above asking, netting us a clean, substantial profit that completely wiped out my remaining mortgage anxiety and secured a gorgeous, sunlit townhouse three miles away.
Moving day was entirely different from any moving day I had ever experienced.
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There were no critical relatives standing over our shoulders complaining about how we packed the boxes. No snide remarks about my organizational skills or Zara’s toys taking up too much space.
Just two professional movers, a friendly neighbor who brought us homemade blueberry muffins, and a very excited nine-year-old girl with a pink hard hat directing where her bookshelves should go.
