Property tax notice.
Homeowners insurance.
Utility accounts.
Proof of residency.
Photographs.
Texts, if any.
I printed what I could and placed everything in a folder.
Ryan watched from the kitchen doorway.
Cassie did not come out of the bedroom until almost noon.
My bedroom.
At 12:22 p.m., she came down the hall holding her phone.
Her eyes were red, but her voice was sharp again.
“My mother says you can’t just evict us without cause.”
I did not look up from the folder.
“Your mother is welcome to call my attorney once I have one.”
That drained the color out of her face.
Ryan whispered her name like he wanted her to stop.
She did not.
“After everything we did for you?”
I looked at the grab bar in the hallway.
I looked at the boxes where my belongings had been shoved.
I looked at the woman standing
