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

“Ask her if she’ll sign.”

My mother covered the phone badly.

I still heard him.

I heard Camille crying in the background too, but it was different now.

Not theatrical.

Real.

Consequences have a sound.

Sometimes they sound like a spoiled daughter realizing tears are not a legal strategy.

“Sign what?” I asked.

My mother came back too quickly.

“Nothing.”

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