My Brother Arrested Me At Thanksgiving Dinner

find nothing? That doesn’t mean they’re nobody, James.”

I turned to leave. Grandma grabbed my hand, tears streaming down her face. I squeezed it.

“I’ll be back for Christmas, Nana. Save me some pie.”

I walked out into the cold. The helicopter was already waiting in the field behind the house, rotors spinning, flattening Grandma’s rose bushes.

As I climbed continue reading …