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

light washed across my blinds while leftover pizza turned in the microwave.

Two officers stood at my threshold, badges catching the fluorescent glare from the porch light.

“We received a welfare concern from your father,” the taller one said, notepad out. “He says you changed the locks and haven’t returned calls. He’s worried about your mental state.continue reading …