Chapter 7 - The Eviction Notice
Two days later, I was discharged from the hospital.
Instead of going back to my parents' house—where my mother had left thirty-four frantic voicemails begging me to "think of the Christian values of forgiveness"—I checked into a quiet, accessible extended-stay suite downtown, booked and paid for by Dan Mercer's firm using the emergency legal fees recovered from Harrison Vance’s escrow deposit.
My spine felt like it was encased in concrete, but with the help of a walker and a prescribed physical therapy regimen, I could walk across the room without seeing stars.
On Friday morning, exactly nineteen days before Brianna’s scheduled wedding, the county sheriff’s deputies executed the formal writ of restitution.
Harrison Vance’s fraudulent purchase agreement was officially declared null and void by the district court judge. The deed to my condo was restored to my name, unencumbered and clean.
Furthermore, because Harrison had attempted to expedite a fraudulent title transfer while the owner was hospitalized, the state real estate commission suspended his brokerage license indefinitely.
I watched the news report on my laptop while eating oatmeal.
Footage showed Harrison Vance being led out of his downtown office in handcuffs, shielding his face from local news cameras. Right behind him, clips of my father’s empty real estate office flashed across the screen as investigators seized his business records for questioning regarding his involvement in the title forgery.
My phone remained completely silent.
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No calls from Mom. No desperate texts from Brianna. No arrogant demands from Tyler.
They had finally realized that the well had run dry.
