My Parents Arrived With Suitcases Like My Apartment Was Already Theirs

said. “Account statements. Loan stuff. Notices. I don’t even know what all of it is.”

Dad lunged a half-step.

Curtis moved between them.

Ashley didn’t even blink. She handed the envelope to me.

My mother sounded strangled. “Ashley, what are you doing?”

Ashley answered without looking at her. “Probably the first smart thing all year.”

Dad’s jaw worked.

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