While my son sat in his office believing his life was safe, I signed the papers. Then my phone rang. Daniel. I already knew why. Because someone had just rang the front door of this mansion. And they weren’t there for a visit. Answered at the fourth ring. “Who are the demons in my house?” he shouted. I fell into my chair. These papers are second to none. “It’s the representatives of the new owner,” I said calmly. “You shouldn’t keep them waiting.”…
My son hit me 30 times in front of his wife… so the next morning, while he was sitting in his office, I sold the house he thought was his.
