My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

through the lobby doors as if they were performing another routine job.

Except every piece belonged to me.

The same black packing tape I always bought by the dozen.

The same handwritten labels.

The same storage bins I had carefully organized during my last move.

One of the movers looked up from his clipboard.

“Are you Ms. Parker?”

I nodded without taking continue reading …