They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

David say, Once we have the signature, the house is ours.

My jaw clenched.

“What are people saying?” I asked, because apparently I still enjoy pain.

My attorney hesitated.

“Some are supporting them,” he said. “Some are questioning them. Some are… divided.”

Divided.

That was the word he used.

But I knew what it meant.

A war in the comment section.

A tug-of-war continue reading …