One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

given the house yet.”

“I’m planning.”

“You’re invading.”

“You already picked your chair.”

He had.

Dad had claimed a corner of the second bedroom as his future reading space.

“I could put a lamp right here.”

“You don’t read enough to need a reading corner,” I teased.

“I’ll start.”

Mom rolled her eyes.

That afternoon had been one of my happiest memories of the continue reading …