My Father Texted Me One Sentence, So I Left The Country

a thunderstorm we all had to move furniture around.

I called her anyway.

She picked up on the first ring. “Jenna, thank God. Your sister is in pieces.”

I laughed.

Not because it was funny. Because if I didn’t laugh, I was going to say something I’d enjoy too much.

“In pieces over what?” I asked. “Because she can’t use my cards anymore, or because she got continue reading …