I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

a garage floods.”

I didn’t say anything.

She took my silence for permission.

“And your mother kept saying, ‘She wouldn’t do this to us. Not over a trip.’ Over and over. Like if she used the right tone you’d pop out from behind a bush carrying the sofa back in.”

I looked around my apartment.

My apartment.

The cream sectional sat under the front window now.continue reading …