Chapter 4

Emily ignored me.

She just thought I was throwing a tantrum because I had nowhere else to go—weak and pitiful.

The car door slammed shut, and the Porsche sped off, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.

For the next two weeks, Dad and I were in real trouble—rock bottom, with nowhere to turn.

The repair shop got sealed off by the authorities.

Apparently, the fire safety equipment was substandard, posing serious risks.

Dad went to the offices seven or eight times, but every time, they just gave him the runaround with one excuse after another.

Then the landlord…