When Is Enough, Enough?

As I’m trying desperately to keep myself together and not let anyone see how broken I feel, a letter came in the mail from a lawyer. Apparently, Shaun’s family was seeking legal action against me and wanted me out of the home that Shaun had signed over to me prior to his passing. I had been out of work for the past two weeks; I couldn’t afford to hire an attorney. Why now, I wondered? Here it was the beginning of May and Shaun had passed away in October. I read the letter again, trying to make sure I understood it when I realized that Jacob’s previous threats several weeks ago were coming to light. During an argument, he had threatened to tell Shaun’s brother that I had forged the signature on the house deed. That was a lie of course but I had voiced my concern to Shaun when he brought me the papers to file, that his signature didn’t look authentic. He looked at me like he was annoyed and reminded me that he was recovering from a stroke he had just had. The only reason it was even mentioned to Jacob, was he had asked out of concern if we had to move out due to Shaun’s death. All that was beside the point. I sat there staring at the letter, dialed Jacobs number and asked him “What have you done?”