My Family Asked What Emergency Needed The Receptionist

I don’t know. Live like you proved us wrong.”

I looked out the kitchen window at the backyard. The patio chairs were stacked for winter. A plastic Santa had tipped over near the fence, face-first in the grass.

“Because I like my apartment,” I said. “And the Honda starts most days.”

“Megan.”

I sighed.

“Because if I started performing success for you, I’d continue reading …