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

and turned his monitor slightly so I could see. It was the Proof of Service form.

My stomach tightened. The signature was a scribble, but the printed name underneath was neat and familiar. Diane Ward.

My mother hadn’t even bothered to hide it.

“She signed for it,” I said quietly.

The clerk’s eyebrows rose a fraction. “She is… the plaintiff.”

“Yes,” I replied.continue reading …