I Saw My Signature on the Sale Papers for a House I Never Sold

dark living room listening to the old house settle.

The fourth stair creaked.

Somewhere outside, wind pushed at the sea oats.

I put Grandma’s hidden-box key in my pocket and left the porch light on.

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