They Tried to Take Her House Until the Attorney Opened the Folder

she had every right to occupy that chair.

Then she wiped the table once with a napkin, quick and satisfied, like Brooke’s fingerprints had offended her.

Alyssa stood in the doorway, swinging a set of new keys from one finger.

She was smiling.

Not uncomfortable.

Not confused.

Smiling.

Brooke looked at the keys, then at her mother.

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