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

since high school.”

“That’s not my address,” I said, my voice rising in volume just enough to be firm. “That is not where I live.”

Deputy Romero’s jaw tightened slightly. He didn’t say I know. He said, “It’s what’s on the return of service.”

My mother called out again, her voice sweeter now, theatrical, like she was performing for the deputy’s benefit.continue reading …