The name on my screen was my daughter, Erin. She was crying before I even answered. Glenn had called her two days earlier claiming he needed to deliver several boxes I had “forgotten” after the divorce. Erin knew my address because I had shown her the house privately, and I had given her a temporary keypad code for emergencies. She admitted giving both to her father after he promised he would only leave things inside the garage. She had no idea a moving truck was coming.

On the security feed, officers spoke with Glenn while I emailed them my closing statement and deed. Glenn insisted the house was “partly his” because he believed I had hidden money during our marriage. Tiffany apparently believed him; she had been told they were moving into property Glenn had received through the divorce. But the house had been purchased months after our divorce using funds already documented as mine. Whatever financial argument Glenn believed he had was something his attorney could raise—not permission to move into my home.