My Parents Showed Up With A Moving Truck Until I Found The Note

the upstairs balcony.

“Ew. Why is all our stuff outside? Did you guys seriously sleep in the car?”

“Carter wouldn’t open the door,” Martha said weakly.

Chloe looked up at me on the balcony and shaded her eyes against the morning.

“Carter! Stop being dramatic and open the door. Mom looks half dead, and I need to plug in my ring light.”

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