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

Not yet.

Just breathing.

At 6:12 the next morning, my phone lit up.

54 missed calls.

All from home.

My father had called twenty-one times.

My mother had called seventeen.

Camille had called eleven and texted five times, each message worse than the last.

At first she threatened me.

Then she insulted me.

Then she demanded I answer.

Then, suddenly, she stopped.

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