Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

Sewing room.”

“Fine.”

Benny was already moving toward the vehicles for more equipment.

My mother grabbed my forearm. Hard. “Olivia.”

I turned.

Her lipstick had bled a little into the lines around her mouth. She looked smaller than she had ten minutes ago, and also like she was trying not to be. “Are we in danger because of your job?”

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