The officer looked at Trevor and asked, “Who owns this property?” Trevor hesitated before saying they were “moving in with family permission.” That was when I spoke through the security system and told the officers plainly that I was the sole owner, I had never invited them to live there, and nobody had permission to enter while I was away. Renata immediately called me, furious. She insisted they had already given notice on their rental because my brother had told her I would eventually “come around.” I asked how they got inside. After several excuses, she admitted my brother had copied an old key months earlier, before I changed the locks, and Trevor had discovered one side window had not latched properly.
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