The Loophole That Let Him In

When my mom went into the hospital, Evan moved into her house. He claimed he was

“just helping” while she recovered. At first, I thought it was a simple squatter

problem—someone taking advantage of a sick woman. But Evan was meticulous. He changed locks,

redirected mail, and claimed he had verbal permission from my mom. I tried the legal

route. Police said it was a civil matter. Lawyers cost money we didn’t have.

So I switched tactics: patience, observation, and subtle pressure. I documented every

misstep, every brag, every careless moment. Small annoyances—alarms set off in the middle

of the night, minor property swaps—made him tense. Then came the twist. Halfway through