“You signed the occupancy terms,” Mitchell said. “You did not read them carefully because you assumed there would never be consequences attached to my help.”
Cheryl clutched her diaper bag tighter. “This is insane.”
Mitchell turned his head toward the SUV. “That vehicle is leased through Lawson Development Holdings under a temporary corporate authorization. Consider that authorization revoked. I’ll have the repo filed before dinner.”
The blood drained from Cheryl’s face. “You can’t do that.”
He looked back at her. “I can. It isn’t yours.”
No one said anything for a moment. Wendy could hear Paige crying from the back seat now, thin and outraged and real, and the sound anchored her. This was not a dream. This was not one of those fantasies she used to have as a teenager where someone finally appeared and told the truth so plainly the room had no place left to hide.
This was happening.
Philip tried once more. “We are your in-laws.”
Mitchell’s voice dropped softer, which somehow made it more frightening. “You put your hands on my wife less than forty-eight hours after major surgery. You forced her out while she held my newborn daughter. You are not family. You are legal exposure.”