My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

a clean, heavy click.

I stood in the foyer where Derek had said “our house” that morning.

The kilim was still muddy.

The counter had a wine stain.

The hibiscus outside lay flattened under tire tracks, bright pink flowers crushed into the dirt.

My phone buzzed.

Mom.

Then Tammy.

Then Mom again.

Then a text from an unknown number, probably Randy: u happy now?

I continue reading …