My Neighbor Tried to Drive Me Out of Our Neighborhood — In the End, Karma Hit Her Hard – Story of the Day

me—at least until I came home.

The boys were skipping ahead of me, laughing, when we reached our driveway.

My breath caught. Spray-painted across the front of our house in ugly black letters: GET OUT!

“No,” I whispered, my stomach twisting.

“Mom, what does it say?” Mike asked, clutching my arm. Dylan hid behind me, sensing my fear.

Rage surged through me.continue reading …