I Let My Stepdaughter Think She’d Taken Over My House

taken from my linen closet, and six little amber bottles lined up on the windowsill like she was already filming herself.

The computer tower sat on the floor, unplugged.

One of my filing boxes had burst open. Contracts and tax folders tilted out in a paper landslide.

I opened the desk drawer she’d emptied.

Pens. Staples. A broken charger. The pink notepad continue reading …