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

phone instead of my own. His voice was cheerful at first. Too cheerful.

“Hey, sweetheart, everything okay over there?”

I swallowed hard, the bile rising in my throat.

“Did you sell my house?”

The pause that followed told me everything. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. Long enough for a world to collapse. Then he said, his voice dropping an octave:

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