I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

chipped blue nail polish on her thumbs.

But her face.

Her eyes were swollen.

Like she’d been crying for a long time.

And behind her, halfway down the stairs, stood the man I’d decided was her dad.

He didn’t come up.

He just watched.

The Girl I Thought I Knew

Melissa saw me by the window and frowned.

“Why are you standing there?”

I looked at her. Then at him.continue reading …