Chapter 1: I Get Soaked and Molested by the Realtor While Pretending to Picture Myself in This Damn House

I cross my arms tighter under my chest, rolling my eyes as Mom gushes about the open-plan kitchen. “It’s perfect for family dinners, honey. What do you think?”

I shrug, my pleated white school uniform skirt swishing against my thighs. I’m still wearing the damn thing from the drive—first-year college break and Mom insists on the “proper young lady” look. No bra underneath because who wears one on a long car ride? Big mistake. “I don’t know. I can’t really picture myself here. The lighting’s weird. And the bathroom probably sucks.”...