I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

bonds from 1997 and a note in Grandma’s hand.

For Claire’s first apartment. If I forget where I put these, somebody better look harder than Cheryl ever does.

Madison sat down hard in one of my dining chairs.

For a second neither of us spoke.

Then she started laughing.

Real laughing. Bent over. Tears at the corners of her eyes.

“What,” I said.

She wiped under continue reading …