My Brother Said One Sentence in the Bank Lobby

Then nothing.

I assumed she’d stopped. She was old. People get tired. People forget.

My mother kept talking because she couldn’t stop now.

“She sent them to our house after you moved apartments so much,” she said. “We kept them safe.”

“How much?”

“Nathan,” my father warned.

“How much?”

My mother looked down at the purse in her hands.

“Usually five hundred continue reading …