My Father-in-Law Threw Us Out Before the General Arrived

As if I were dead too.

Under that sat a check register with amounts circled in red, all from the week after Daniel died. Two to a moving company. One to an auction house in Charlottesville. One to a demolition contractor.

My fingers went numb.

“Demolition?” I said.

Jennifer took the register. Her face changed.

Then she dug deeper and pulled out a set of continue reading …