“I’m going to continue managing my property,” I said. “If they want to rent a unit, they can apply like anyone else.”
During a so-called family meeting, my dad calmly announced he was “giving” my downtown apartment to my pregnant sister-in-law. He didn’t know my late grandfather had secretly signed the entire building over to me.
Dad stared at me.
“Rent? From my own daughter?”
“From the property owner who happens to be your daughter,” I replied. “There’s a waiting list, but I’d move family to the front if they were serious.”
“How much?” Eric demanded.
“Market rate for a two-bedroom in my building is twenty-four hundred a month,” I said. “That’s still below neighborhood average.”
“That’s insane,” Shannon whispered.
