I Was Uninvited From Christmas by the Man Living in My House

the truth by accident.

“How old is Ben now?” I asked.

“Nine.”

“Did he sound scared?”

“No. He sounded excited. Like camping.”

That was worse in its own way.

My mother went quiet.

Then: “What happened between you and your brother?”

“Nothing happened.”

“David.”

I looked at the city. Traffic had started to thicken below, red brake lights dragging south.

“He decided continue reading …