Parked cars scattered the front yard to the house. Search got out of the car first and opened my door. His limp was either getting better, or she stopped paying attention to the pain. “Don’t,” He said, stopping me from looking inside of the closet car. “We don’t need to make any more friends today.” I nodded my head in agreement, thinking back to Macum, Cara, and her fake baby bump. “You got your keys right?” I asked Search. He reached into his back pocket and tossed them to me. I caught them mid-air and walked over to the front door. Jiggling with the keys in the lock, they would not fit. I took another try, this time going slow. “It’s not fitting Search.” I said to him, my mind raced. Thinking about the notice to quit that we had been served yesterday. “They can’t change the locks on us can they?” I asked Search, my head hurting from the idea of having to spend another minute on the street with Emmalise. “No, of course not, n
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