My Stepmom Slapped Me At My Sister’s Wedding And Dad Told Me To Kneel

church with my window down. The blood at the corner of my mouth had dried. My scalp still burned where Evelyn had grabbed a fistful of my hair.

I called Terri.

“Don’t renew the lease,” I said.

There was a pause. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“That gives him sixty-three days to vacate.”

“I know.”

I hung up.

Then I blocked Denise’s number, Evelyn’s number, and continue reading …