The lawyer’s voice cracked the air. Every eye turned toward me, hungry, waiting for the humiliation they were sure was coming. My sister smirked, already counting money she’d never see. The word “shack” echoed like a sentence, like exile. But my father knew what he was doing. He knew what slept under that soil, waiti… Continues…
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