My home was nonexistent, according to Mum.
"It was falling apart, Evelyn," she said, waving her hand dismissively as she adjusted her pearl necklace. "Alexander bought the whole block. He's renovating it completely."
I stared at her, my jaw tightening. "What about the people living there?"
"They've been relocated," she said breezily, as if it was no big deal. "Given better homes."
Better homes. Right. Because displacing families and shoving them into some pre-selected housing was the epitome of generosity.
"And now," she continued, a smile spreading across her face, "we'll be staying in a penthouse. Our own private elevator, stunning views, the works."
Her excitement was almost childlike as she rambled on about the penthouse, but all I could think about was the hollow feeling in my c
