My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

the grocery store on Maple had cheaper eggs. That’s what I told myself. Cheaper eggs.

The Escalade was gone.

In its place sat Denise’s old minivan with the dented bumper and the faded soccer sticker Tyler had peeled halfway off last summer.

The wreath was still on the door, but it had tilted sideways.

I slowed for maybe one second.

Then Denise stepped out continue reading …