My family went on vacation to Cancun while I buried my 12 year old son… and when they returned, they were homeless. Without warning. No return.

permission.

—No —I answered—. They need to listen.

Veronica let out a bitter laugh.w

—Did you go crazy? Our things are lying around at my parents’ house. We can’t enter the apartment.

—It’s not your department anymore.

—We live there.