My Sister Moved Strangers Into My House

out already mad.

Not worried.

Mad.

“What the hell is going on?” he barked.

His mother, Brenda, rushed over to him crying into a napkin. A napkin from my kitchen drawer.

“She’s throwing us out,” Brenda sobbed. “All our things are outside. I told you this was a bad idea.”

Ethan turned on me.

“You need to calm down.”

I looked at the officer.

“See? This is why continue reading …