My Sister Moved Strangers Into My House

jaw worked.

Lauren said, “We made copies. That’s normal.”

I called the locksmith whose sticker was on my back door. Bill Pruitt. He had installed the locks when I bought the place, and he still sent Christmas coupons printed on paper so thick it could stop a small knife.

He answered on the third ring.

“Claire? Everything all right?”

“Did anyone call you continue reading …