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

ruined my life,” she cried.

For the first time, she sounded young.

Not innocent.

Just young.

“No,” I said. “I stopped letting you use mine.”

She started sobbing harder.

Behind her, my father cursed.

My mother said my name in the tone she used when she wanted me to come back into my assigned place.

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