Romero checked the page. “Judgment was entered last week.”
“Last week.” My mouth went dry. “I was here last week. I went to work. I came home. I watered the plants. I slept in this bed. I wasn’t in court. I wasn’t served anything. No deputy came to my door. No certified mail. No taped notice on my window.” I looked him in the eye. “Where was I served?continue reading …
