they could move into Jessica’s apartment after she left.
They would lose nothing.
And I would lose everything.
Marcus walked to the center of the ballroom.
“Margaret Carter.”
He looked at my mother.
“Thomas Carter.”
He looked at my father.
“As legal representative of the property group that owns your residence, I am serving notice of eviction effective in thirty days.”
The room exploded with whispers.
My father looked like he might collapse.
My mother began shaking.
Jessica stared in confusion.
“What is he talking about?”
Marcus opened his briefcase.
