My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

sat in garbage bags.

My work monitors were wrapped in beach towels. My framed degree leaned face-down against a cooler. My winter coats were shoved under a leaking bag of ice.

And in the back, near the water heater, sat three cardboard boxes labeled in Tammy’s handwriting:

DONATE
SELL
CLAIRE OFFICE CRAP

I walked to the last box.

Inside were tax files, a continue reading …