My Family Had Me Thrown Out of My Own House

moved her hand.

“You’re here early,” Mom said brightly.

I frowned.

“I’m not early.”

I glanced toward the front porch.

“I own the place.”

Madison laughed softly.

“Do you?”

I blinked.

“What does that mean?”

She turned toward several nearby guests.

“There she goes again.”

Then she looked directly back at me.

“This woman always tries to insert herself into everything.continue reading …