I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

in a fake syrup way.

She asked about my apartment. Second floor walk-up. No elevator.

She asked if I had someone who could stay with me for at least a week.

I looked at Thomas and Caroline.

They looked back.

Janet followed my eyes.

“Good,” she said. “Because you’re not going home alone.”

My phone had been on silent since the call with my father.

When I checked continue reading …