She left shouting something about legal rights, about how I couldn’t just yank everything without warning. But she was wrong. I checked the lease. I was the primary on the account; she was the resident. She had no power over it, not legally. I could pull the plug, and I had.
Three more days went by. She sent me an email with the subject line: “Are you seriously doing this?” Inside, she laid out a full breakdown of her upcoming expenses. She wanted me to reinstate the tuition. She said if I didn’t, she’d have to drop out for the semester, that if she got evicted, it would be on me.
Then she tried to manipulate me. She said she ruined the wedding because she was overwhelmed and that I should have understood that I was the only person in the family with real money and that I was letting it go to my head. I didn’t answer. I forwarded the email to Emily with a note:
“Your turn to read the circus.”