My Sister Moved Into My Home While I Was 3000 Miles Away In London

Unknown number.

For once, I answered.

Silence first. Then a small voice. “Aunt Lauren?”

Noah.

I stopped walking. “Hi, Noah.”

“I’m not supposed to call from Grandma’s phone.”

“Are you safe?”

“Yes. I’m with Aunt Rachel.” His father’s sister. Good.

“Okay.”

He was quiet. Then: “Mom says you made police take her.”

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