I Left My Family’s House Bare Before My Sister Could Steal It

and of course somehow it was my fault.

Nothing.

Just quiet.

Karen came over one Sunday with Thai takeout and the final release documents. We ate pad see ew on the floor because I hadn’t unpacked the table yet. She read one paper, snorted, and handed it to me.

“What?”

She pointed at the forwarding address Rebecca had finally given for some last bit of mail.continue reading …