My Brother Brought a Moving Truck to My New House

into place so hard it made me feel a little sick.

Dad had been in my house.

Or had tried to be.

I unlocked the front door and opened it just enough to step onto the threshold. Cold morning air came in with that lake smell, wet wood and mud and old leaves.

“Where did he get that?” I asked.

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “So now you want to talk.”

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