Demolition Before the Bloom

I had paid to have refinished just months earlier—and said my brother would be moving in with his three kids.

“And Madison,” she added flatly, her voice empty of warmth, “you’ll need to be out by the weekend.”

For a second, I actually thought it was a joke. A bad one. I even let out a short, shaky laugh. “You’re kidding… right?”

She smiled too, but it continue reading …