“You’re joking,” Mom hissed.
I handed her the papers. “No. Renovations start Saturday. Locks change at noon.”
“You can’t do this!” Tyler’s face turned crimson. “Gwen’s pregnant!”
“So I’ve heard,” I said coldly. “Pregnancy isn’t a lease extension.”
Mom’s voice shook with rage. “You selfish girl. You’ve made us homeless.”
“No,” I said, my voice steady at last. “You made yourselves homeless the moment you forgot what respect was.”
Gwen tried her last card, patting her stomach. “This baby is family.”
I stared straight at her. “Family doesn’t treat me like dirt. Not anymore.”
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