I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

season.

Kitchen appliances.

Area rugs.

Dining chairs.

Bookshelves.

Even the washer and dryer.

Each purchase came with exactly the same sentence.

“You make good money.”

“We’ll pay you back someday.”

Someday never arrived.

By Sunday morning, suitcases filled the hallway.

Mom insisted on taking family photos before leaving for the airport.

Madison hugged me.

“I’ll continue reading …