I Said “Okay” And Packed Before They Knew What I’d Sent

I should collect anything else before the house turned into a war zone of lawyers and blame.

My room was mostly the same.

Cheap blinds. Scuffed dresser. The pale square on the wall where my college calendar had hung.

On the bed sat the deferment form.

Unsigned.

Dad must have left it there thinking it still mattered.

I folded it once.

Then again.

And dropped continue reading …