I Left My House Empty Three Days Before Christmas

a towel on his head.”

I barked a laugh before I could help it.

She laughed too, once. Then she got serious again. “Are you coming home tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Can we come by later this week? Without luggage.”

I closed my eyes.

This was the point where everything usually softened too fast. Where I’d save them from the full shape of what they’d done.

“Maybe,” I continue reading …