the theft, the setup.”
Chloe started crying again.
This time it wasn’t controlled.
It was messy and real.
“Where are we supposed to go?” she said.
I didn’t answer.
That question wasn’t mine to solve.
It never was.
Richard clenched his jaw, trying to find something left to stand on.
There wasn’t anything.
The sheriff stepped forward.
“You need to collect your belongings and vacate the property,” he said. “Now, no room for debate. No room for delay.”
Evelyn looked at me one last time, searching for hesitation.
She found
