He Asked for a Divorce at Dinner

on the grill. My mother had flour on her cheek from making pie crust. I opened the front door and there they were.

Tyler with a duffel bag.

Thomas behind him, pale and wrecked.

My father straightened up so fast he nearly yanked the hose loose.

Thomas said, “He wants to stay with you for a couple days.”

“That’s not your call,” I said.

Tyler stepped forward.continue reading …