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

of the cookies.

“Only the short ones.”

Molly laughed like I’d said something smart.

And that was that.

The House on Christmas Morning

I went.

Not because everything was fixed.

Because it wasn’t.

The pink notice was gone from the door. The crooked wreath had been straightened. The inflatable snowman was deflated entirely, folded near the garage like a body continue reading …