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

without my signature was about to have a very bad morning.

But rage is expensive when the truth is already paid for.

So I buttoned my coat.

“I packed nothing that didn’t belong to me,” I said.

My mother’s face tightened.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

I looked at Camille once.

“You should sleep while you still can.”

Her smile flickered.

It was small.

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