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

the living room floor. Molly got glitter on the dog. My mother cried over a framed school photo for reasons nobody understood.

At one point Patricia brought me coffee and set it down carefully.

No speech.

No performance.

Just coffee.

I glanced toward the garage hall. The upstairs keypad was gone. Good.

Michael caught me looking and said, low enough that continue reading …