I Turned My Phone Face Down While My Whole Family Fell Apart

looked suspicious, then crawled straight into my bad leg.

I yelped.

Jean laughed so hard she had to sit down.

Good.

Let her.

Greg would’ve.

When I finally got back home, the house looked almost the same as when I’d left it that morning of the accident. One shoe by the mudroom bench. A receipt in the cupholder. A half-empty box of crackers in the pantry.

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