My daughter-in-law deliberately knocked my coffee from the counter in front of her sister, then smiled and said, “Perhaps someone should remind you that you’re only a guest in this house now.” My son stood in the doorway and said nothing. I calmly cleaned up the coffee, opened the kitchen drawer, and placed the property documents on the counter. “You’re right,” I said. “Someone does need a reminder.” Her smile disappeared when she saw whose name was still on the deed—and realized the house she had claimed had never belonged to her.