During Family Meeting, Dad 'Gave Away' My Apartment—Then The Judge Called

The family meeting was called for Sunday afternoon, which should have been my first warning. Dad only convened "family meetings" when he'd already made a decision and wanted to present it as a democratic process. I sat on Mom's floral couch, coffee in hand, watching my brother Eric pace near the fireplace with that self-satisfied expression he wore when things were going his way.
"Thank you all for coming," Dad began, standing like he was addressing a board meeting. "We need to discuss the downtown apartment situation."
The downtown apartment. The two-bedroom unit at 1247 Westbrook that had been in our family since Grandpa purchased the building in 1987. I'd been living there for four years, paying utilities and a small monthly fee to the family trust that technically owned it.
"Eric and Shannon are expecting their first child," Dad continued. "They need more space than their current one-bedroom can provide. Meanwhile, Cassie, you have two bedrooms all to yourself."
I set down my coffee. "I use the second bedroom as a home office. I work remotely three days a week."
"You can work from a coffee shop," Mom interjected. "Young people do that all the time."
"Eric has a family starting," Dad pressed on. "The apartment makes more sense for them. We've decided you'll move out by the end of the month. That gives you four weeks to find something else."
"You've decided," I repeated.
"The family has decided," Dad corrected. "What's best for everyone."
Eric finally spoke up. "Come on, Cass. Don't make this difficult. You're single, no kids, good job. You can rent anywhere. Shannon and I need the space for the nursery, and we can't afford market rate for a two-bedroom."
"And I can?"
"You make more than we do," Shannon said from her spot next to Eric. "Eric told me about your salary. You're doing fine."
The fact that Eric had discussed my salary—which he'd only guessed at—with his wife made my jaw clench. "My finances aren't up for family discussion."
"When it affects family resources, they are," Dad said firmly. "The apartment belongs to the family trust. Your grandfather intended it to serve the family's needs. Right now, Eric and Shannon need it most."
"Did anyone check what Grandpa actually wrote in the trust documents?"
Mom waved her hand dismissively. "Your father manages the trust. He knows what's appropriate."
"I'd still like to see the actual documents."
"Cassie, don't be difficult," Dad's voice had that warning edge. "This is already decided. Eric and Shannon will move in November first. You need to make arrangements."
I stood up. "I'd like to formally request copies of the trust documents, the building deed, and any paperwork establishing the family's authority to terminate my residency."
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