At The Signing Of My First House, No One Congratulated Me

porch in Grand Rapids, watching the streetlight flicker through the maple tree I didn’t even know I’d bought along with the house. The air was warm and smelled like cut grass and someone grilling a few doors down.

My phone buzzed. It was Cole again. This time it said: Can we talk sometime? Not about money. Just talk.

I looked at that message for a long continue reading …