But the real plan was much bigger, and entirely, beautifully legal.
Barbara was going to stop funding the life Eric used to humiliate us.
And she was going to make very sure her granddaughter was taken care of instead.
PART 3
What we placed at Eric's door at dawn was, I'll admit, the pettiest and most satisfying part, and Barbara's idea entirely.
It was a moving box. A single cardboard moving box, taped shut, sitting on his welcome mat. On the side, in Barbara's neat handwriting, it said: "START PACKING."
And taped to the top was a letter, on her lawyer's letterhead, formally giving Eric thirty days to vacate the house — her house — that she had let him live in rent-free for years, and which she was now reclaiming.
That's what made him scream "Oh my God, who did this?!" — not the box itself, but the letter, and the dawning understanding of what it meant.
