“It Was Never Yours,” My Mother Said — Then the County Recorder Pulled Up the Deed

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“Stop,” Marissa said firmly. She stood up and pulled me to my feet. “Look at me. Can this get worse?”

I looked around at the charred walls and broken windows and vines pushing through the foundation. “I mean, probably not.”

“Then you have nothing to lose.” Her eyes were fierce in the dim light. “This place is rock bottom. Which continue reading …