(Brad)
I looked back down at the paperwork again.
Formal occupancy dispute notice.
The words sat there across the top page like a personal insult while Harmon’s voice kept replaying in my head. Calm. Controlled. Completely unbothered while he served legal notice before eight in the morning with a police officer standing behind him like he already knew exactly how this would go.
I hated that more than the notice itself.
Jade grabbed the papers from the counter before I could pick them back up.
“This is insane.”
Her voice cut through the kitchen while she flipped through the pages quickly. One hand stayed against her stomach while the other tightened around the paperwork hard enough to crease the edges.
“He’s trying to throw me out.”
“He’s trying to pressure us,” I corrected.
“That
