“Mrs. Harrison,” Officer Martinez said, addressing Victoria as he approached. His dark hair was tucked neatly beneath his cap, his posture professional but not unfriendly. “We received your complaint about a trespasser.”
Victoria thrust a hand toward me like she was presenting evidence in court. “Yes! That’s her. She doesn’t live here. She has no right—”
He didn’t look where she was pointing. Instead, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a folder. “There seems to be a misunderstanding.”
“There’s no misunderstanding,” she snapped, her cheeks flushing. “This is my house. My husband signed it over to me. I told you that on the phone.”
Officer Martinez opened the folder, glanced at the top document, and then looked at me. “Miss Alexandra Parker?” he asked.
“That’s me,” I said.
He nodded. “We reviewed the documents your lawyer sent last night. According to these,” he tapped the folder lightly, “Miss Parker is the legal owner of this property.”
Silence dropped like a stone.
Lily’s phone dipped lower. Victoria blinked once, twice, as if the words had been spoken in another language.