They Said My House Was No Longer Mine—I Let Them Believe It

and two men in work uniforms.

Ava walked up the steps with a clipboard and that same confident smile.

“We’ll try to make this quick,” she said. “The movers are charging by the hour.”

“I’m sure they are,” I said.

My father came up behind her. “Sophia, we know this is hard, but it’s for the best. You’ll see.”

I took a sip of my coffee and said nothing.

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