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

stop, but it was the closest.

I pulled into the parking lot, unbuckling my son and carrying him inside. As I stepped out of the car, I barely glanced at the row of vehicles parked outside the rooms. But then… I saw it.

Scott’s car.

At first, my brain refused to process it. I blinked, staring at the license plate, at the familiar bumper sticker he had continue reading …