My Stepmother Sold My House to Teach Me a Lesson but She Didn’t Know About My Father’s Arrangement

of my mug with one finger. “Well, I hope you got a good price for it.”

“Don’t you worry about the numbers,” she hissed. “Just make sure your bags are packed and you are out by next Friday. Leave the keys on the kitchen island. The new owners are eager to start their demolition.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” I said. “Goodbye, Eleanor.”

When I hung up, I continue reading …