My Mom Sold My House to Pay My Sister’s Debt but One Question About the Buyer Changed Everything

put in my house since the week I moved in.

I put my key in the lock.

It didn’t turn.

I tried again. I jiggled the handle. Nothing. They had changed the locks.

I knocked, and from inside I heard my mother’s laugh, high and satisfied, and my sister Claire’s underneath it, deeper and a little mean. The particular sound of two people enjoying themselves.

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