I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

“This is not Evelyn’s house,” I replied. “This is mine. For as long as you are here, it is yours too. You can hang posters. You can hang a mural. We will just hope the landlord never looks up.”

Brandon blinked, then nodded.

For three days he barely spoke.

He curled into the corner of my couch, hoodie up, staring at whatever was on TV without really seeing continue reading …