She was thr0wn out by his family—only for them to realize too late that the house was hers all along.

kids were already half-asleep in their car seats.

Then, just a few miles from home, my youngest squirmed in his seat. “Mommy, I need to go potty.”

I sighed. “Can you hold it, sweetheart? We’re almost—”

“Nooo,” he whined, kicking his legs.

I glanced at the road ahead, then at the neon motel sign blinking just up the highway. It wasn’t the best place to continue reading …