My Parents Tried to Evict Me From My Own House at 6 AM

to my door. No certified mail. No taped notice on my window.” I looked him in the eye. “Where was I served?”

Deputy Romero looked down again, and this time his pause was heavier. He ran his thumb down a section, scanning for the lies. “Service address listed as 128 Maple Terrace.”

I didn’t answer immediately because my brain was already refusing the continue reading …