My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

Because I wanted to hear what private sounded like once public collapse had started.

Their house smelled like lemon cleaner and pot roast, same as always. That almost made it worse. Betrayal in a familiar kitchen has teeth.

Mara was already there, pacing in socks. Brent was gone.

Interesting.

My father had papers spread on the table. My mother stood at continue reading …