Mia
If staring hard at the words in a letter could change them, I probably-actually-I would most definitely have been a happier person.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard I stared at the caustic words in the letter, foreclosure was foreclosure and that was how it would remain.
Dear Miss. Hernandez,
Fuck you, f**k you, and f**k you.
We are taking your house from you.
Worst Regards.
I know, I know, those weren't the words that were typed in the letter but they might as well have been. No matter how much I tried to unread it, it always came out that way in my mind.
I had snatched the letter from Alex's hand yesterday, and stomped into my- his guest room. There, I locked myself inside and made sure no one disturbed me. It was now evening and I was starving. I hadn't tasted a morsel o
