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

“small investment business.”

The one who supposedly rented a modest apartment downtown.

The one who still drove an old car because success had somehow passed him by.

Twenty minutes later, the meeting ended.

Everyone filed out.

I stayed where I was.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked downtown Phoenix, but I wasn’t looking at the skyline anymore.

I picked continue reading …