My parents sold their paid-off house to rescue my sister, then showed up at my lake house with a moving truck. “We’re your parents. We don’t need permission to live here,” Dad demanded. But when I found a note slid under my front door, I realized this was much worse than a family emergency.

outside?” she complained immediately. “Did you guys seriously sleep in the car?”

“Carter wouldn’t let us in,” my mother sniffled.

Chloe looked up toward my balcony.

“Carter! Stop being dramatic and open the door. Mom looks half dead, and I need to plug in my ring light.”

“Nice car,” I called back. “Does it come with a heated garage, or do you sleep in continue reading …