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

it was.

Not me.

Not my cheek.

Not the fact that they had thrown me into the rain.

The house.

“What about the house?” I asked.

My mother made a sound like she wanted to scream but knew someone might be listening.

“You know exactly what I mean. Your grandmother left things messy, and your father handled it the best he could.”

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