My mother led my three sisters into the house I had just bought; each of them chose a room for herself, and the biggest room was my mother’s. I stayed silent. The next morning, I changed all the locks. On a gray Sunday morning in a quiet New Jersey suburb, my mom pulled up in front of my new house with my three sisters in tow, strolling onto the cul-de-sac as if she’d lived there for years. Maple leaves lined the curb, the HOA newsletter sat untouched in my mailbox, and to anyone passing by it p