“It Was Never Yours,” My Mother Said — Then the County Recorder Pulled Up the Deed

“We have a situation with Chelsea.”

Of course. Of course this was about Chelsea.

“She’s had to sell the apartment. Some financial setbacks. Credit cards, that sort of thing.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. “What does that have to do with me?”

That’s when she smiled—that tight, sympathetic smile that always preceded something terrible. “Well, technically, the deed continue reading …