My Brother Brought a Moving Truck to My New House

pocket started ringing.

He yanked it out, looked at the screen, and then hit speaker without asking because he wanted an audience.

Dad’s voice came through rough and already angry. “What’s taking so long?”

Ryan turned so the deputies could hear. “Claire’s being difficult. She called the sheriff.”

A beat.

Then Dad, louder: “Put her on.”

I stayed where I was.continue reading …