My Brother Brought a Moving Truck to My New House

then Megan had walked up from behind him, her coffee mug still in hand, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. She had that pinched look she always wore around me, like my existence left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Is this really necessary?” she asked. “We’re already here.”

The deputy turned to her. “Ma’am, do either of you have permission to move into this continue reading …