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the door, leaving the chain lock engaged. The metal rattled—a thin line of defense that suddenly felt pathetic.
“Ma’am,” the deputy said, his voice calm but firm, “are you Tessa Ward?”
“Yes.”
He glanced down at his clipboard. “I’m Deputy Romero with the County Sheriff’s Office. I’m here regarding a writ of possession. It’s an eviction order.”
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