My mother threw scalding soup in my face for saying no to her stepdaughter. “Give her all your things — or get out!”

Whitaker. I represent Nora Bell.”

My mother’s face twisted with outrage. “This is my house.”

“No,” Marcus replied evenly. “It is not.”

He handed her a document.

She snatched it away, scanned the page, and immediately went pale.

Violet grabbed her arm. “Mom?”

Marcus continued in the same calm, merciless tone. “The property was transferred solely to Nora Bell continue reading …