My Family Charged Maui To My Card While I Slept

Dad had a key anymore; because I wanted the sound of the new deadbolt.

Heavy. Clean.

The first night after the no-contact order, my apartment was too quiet in a way I didn’t trust. I kept checking my phone, expecting Mom’s name to pop up with a paragraph about forgiveness and blood and how hard her life had been.

Nothing came.

At 9:40, I made toast.

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