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

looks odd?”

My throat tightened. “Odd how?”

She rotated the monitor slightly so I could see. “Look here.”

The commission number had one digit crossed out and rewritten by hand. A tiny, pen-stroke correction. It was almost invisible unless you were trained to look for intake problems.

“That correction should have triggered a rejection,” she said quietly.continue reading …