One day after my C-section, my parents threw me out to give my room to my sister. I could barely stand and begged, “Please let me rest.” My mother sneered, “You’re useless to us.” As I sat in the cold, my sister’s husband rushed out, handed me a hidden camera, and whispered a secret that…

Eric placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, silencing me. He reached into the blue manila folder he had brought from the car.

“Because, officer,” Eric said, his voice dropping to a low, lethal timber, drawing a thick, watermarked document from the folder, “that apartment doesn’t belong to them. It belongs to us.”

Chapter 4: The Illusions We House

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