Chapter 5 - Eviction Notice from the Inside
The heavy thud of the front door closing sounded like the closing of a coffin lid on Serena’s entire life.
She stared at the wine glass where Julian’s ring rested at the bottom of the dark red liquid.
Her knees buckled, and she collapsed into her chair, clutching her head in both hands, letting out a low, guttural wail.
My mother didn't even look at her favorite daughter.
Marjorie’s eyes were darting around the room, frantic, calculating, still desperately looking for a lever to pull.
“Clara,” Marjorie began, softening her voice into that sweet, manipulative tone she had used whenever she wanted my childhood savings.
“Clara, darling, you wouldn't actually do anything to hurt your family, would you?”
She took two slow, cautious steps toward me, her hands clasped together in supplication.
“We are your flesh and blood,” Marjorie whispered, trying to force a maternal warmth into her dead eyes.
“I made mistakes, yes, I admit that!” she confessed, throwing her hands up dramatically.
“I was trying to protect our social standing, I was trying to secure a future for your sister!”
“You have always been so strong, so independent, you don't need this house!”
“You have your naval career, you have your pensions, you have your government benefits!”
I looked at my mother, feeling nothing.
Not anger.
Not hatred.
Not even the lingering ghost of the little girl who used to cry in the laundry room because she wasn't pretty enough to sit in the living room photos.
The well had run completely dry.
“I don't need this house, Mom,” I said, my voice dead calm.
“You're completely right about that.”
Marjorie’s face lit up with a sickening spark of premature triumph.
“I knew it,” she breathed, turning toward Richard. “You see, Richard? She is just bluffing, she loves us, she—”
“I don't need this house,” I interrupted, cutting her sentence in half like a razor.
“Which is why the commercial listing goes live on the Northwest Multiple Listing Service at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.”
Marjorie’s breath caught in her throat with a wet, choking sound.
“What?” Richard gasped, looking up from his hands.
I reached into the black portfolio once more and pulled out a thick, legal-sized packet stamped by the King County Sheriff’s Department.
I placed it deliberately in the center of the mahogany table, right next to the silver carving knife.
“This is an official Notice of Lease Termination and Demand for Immediate Vacancy,” I stated with military clarity.
“Because Aegis Harbor Holdings is a registered corporate landlord, and because you have failed to make thirty-one consecutive payments,”
“You have waived all mediation protections under Washington State tenant law.”
“You have thirty days from tonight to remove your personal belongings from my property.”
“Thirty days?” Serena screamed, lifting her tear-streaked face from her hands.
“Are you out of your mind? Where are we supposed to go in thirty days?”
“That is no longer my operational concern, Serena,” I replied, looking directly at her.
“You have a prestigious corporate law degree from Georgetown that our parents remortgaged their lives to pay for.”
“You have thousands of dollars worth of designer clothes hanging in your walk-in closet upstairs.”
“I suggest you start listing your Chanel bags on consignment sites to pay for a security deposit on a one-bedroom apartment.”
“Clara, you cannot throw your own parents out on the street during the holidays!” Marjorie screamed, her voice turning shrill again.
“I am not throwing my father on the street,” I said, turning my eyes to Richard.
Richard flinched, looking at me with wide, wounded eyes.
“Dad,” I said, softening my voice slightly for the first time that evening.
“I have already arranged a fully furnished, two-bedroom garden cottage at the naval retirement community in Silverdale.”
“The lease is paid in full for two years under my name.”
“It is close to the VA medical center, it has a garden where you can plant your tomatoes, and it has a view of the water.”
“It is quiet, it is dignified, and it is completely safe from bank liens.”
Richard stared at me, tears spilling freely down his weathered cheeks, soaking into his gray mustache.
“Clara...” he choked out, his voice thick with unearned gratitude and crushing shame.
“There is only one condition, Dad,” I added, my eyes shifting slowly back to Marjorie.
“The lease in Silverdale is for one person.”
“If Marjorie steps one foot onto that property, the lease terminates instantly, and you are on your own.”
The room went so cold you could almost see your breath.
Marjorie stood frozen, her eyes wide with total disbelief.
“You are trying to divorce us?” Marjorie whispered, horror finally piercing her armor.
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“I am not trying to divorce anyone,” I answered, sliding the eviction papers toward her.
“I am simply cutting off the parasite before it completely kills the host.”
