How My Privileged Family Turned Against Me And Now Wants My Property

The purpose of Jack's visit

Jack and I hadn't been close for a long time; the years of silence had opened a gulf between us. His unexpected arrival seemed all too coincidental. Inside, we made some small talk, but questions swirled in my head: Why now? What was Mr. Congeniality all about? Our awkward chatter filled the room, but I couldn't shake the feeling that his visit meant far more than he was letting on.

Indications of housing problems

"Gosh, our apartment is tiny," Jack remarked, looking at my space as if he were standing in a mansion. He spoke of cramped rooms and the constant struggle for space, each word sticking like a note reminding me of something unfinished. "I wish we had a room like that," he added. His hints were anything but subtle, and it was hard to miss the subliminal message in his tone.