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Chapter 2: The Roommate Protocol I walked into the house at 7:00 PM to the smell of burnt chicken and bitter herbal tea. It was suffocating. The living room had been colonized. Mr. Miller’s walker was blocking the hallway. The coffee table was buried under pill bottles, gauze, and boxes of adult diapers. My curated…

The next morning, I went to Lily’s school. Her teacher looked at me with pity. “Emily, I’m so sorry. Jack came by last week. He had all the withdrawal papers signed by both of you. He said you were moving to Vancouver for a new job.” “He forged my signature again, didn’t he?” She showed…