The morning after my family kicked me out of the house I had spent four years saving, my brother’s boss called with a question that turned my blood cold.
“Mara, did you authorize Dylan to negotiate on your behalf?”
I sat frozen on the edge of my bed.
The night before, my younger brother had laughed while carrying my belongings into the rain. He photographed my boxes beside the trash cans, posted the picture online, and proudly announced that our family had finally gotten rid of its dead weight.
My
