Miller,” the officer said calmly. “We’re here regarding an assault report filed half an hour ago. We have instructions to escort Ms.
Emily while she gathers her belongings.”
Behind me, Helen gasped. Claire muttered something under her breath, but her eyes gleamed with stunned curiosity. “No… no…” Andrew sputtered.
“This is a misunderstanding.”
“And,” the officer added, “the court-approved eviction order for this property was just delivered to us as well.”
The room erupted. I didn’t stay to listen. I walked past Andrew, past Helen, past Claire’s stunned stare and the overturned chairs, with a peace I had not felt in years.
Leaving the House—and Leaving the Old Me Behind
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