My Sister Moved Strangers Into My House

Mom wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“How long?” I asked.

Lauren rubbed her thumb along the seam of my cardigan.

“Claire…”

“How long?”

Ethan said, “Two weeks.”

Two weeks.

I had been gone three days.

But they had been using my address for two weeks.

While I was at work. While I was buying protein bars at the airport. While I was texting Mom pictures of the hotel lobby continue reading …