My Family Had Me Thrown Out of My Own House

own voice sounded flatter than I remembered. Madison sounded cheerful in a way that made my skin crawl. My mother kept using that hospitality voice she saved for fundraisers and funerals.

Then the deputies arrived.

Caleb paused when Deputy Harris looked down at my license, then up at the house, then back at my mother.

“You got names on the deputies?”

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