My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

for mine.

I raised my hand to stop her.

“You misunderstand me,” I said. “I meant I already did something.”

I walked to the entry table, picked up the document Paige had given me earlier that day, and brought it back to the door. I held it out.

She took it, frowning, unfolded it, and read the heading. Her lips moved silently over the words. Then she looked continue reading …