My Mom Said I Was A Complete Failure. I Smiled And Said, “you Have 24 Hours To Leave.”

a Tuesday, almost a year to the day it all began. It was a cashier’s check sent from Derek. Attached was a note in his handwriting.

“They sold their old car. This is the last of it. They’re moving to a senior apartment complex near the state line. We’re free.”

I sat on my porch that evening, the porch my father had shoved me from. I held the empty envelope continue reading …