My Sister Moved Strangers Into My House

balled up damp on the bathroom floor. My good pan burned in the sink. A sticky ring on my nightstand.

My nightstand.

I stood in my bedroom doorway.

Someone had slept in my bed.

I knew because the left pillow was flat and there was a man’s T-shirt on the floor.

Ethan’s.

My skin crawled.

Mom came up behind me.

“Claire, can we just talk?”

“No.”

“I don’t want this continue reading …