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

knees and a crooked bow in her hair, but she planted herself like a wall.

“Don’t take her,” Camila said.

The woman gave a dry laugh.

“And who are you, little brat?”

I stepped forward.

“I’m her classmate’s mother. Are you Sofi’s mother?”

The smile vanished.

“That is none of your business.”

Teacher Lupita whispered my name, frightened now.

The woman grabbed Sofi continue reading …