The next thirty days were louder than Christmas morning had ever been. Corinne called relatives, neighbors, even old family friends, telling everyone I had heartlessly stolen her home. Unfortunately for her, Aunt Maren had already shared the bank records showing where my monthly payments to Mom had really gone. One by one, the people Corinne expected to defend her stopped answering. Garrett eventually sold the new SUV, several electronics, and most of the expensive gifts they had bought while their mortgage went unpaid.
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