My Parents Tried to Evict Me From My Own House at 6 AM

the interstate. I set my sea bag on the fraying upholstery of the chair, sat on the edge of the mattress, and stared at my phone. My father’s number flashed across the screen three times before I finally put the device face down on the nightstand and let it ring out. I wasn’t ready to talk to him. Not when my chest still felt tight and my pulse still continue reading …