The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

cold side of the bed even in January.

I didn’t know she had a brother.

Not because she’d hidden it in some sneaky way.

Because she’d mentioned him once, early on. “My half brother Randy,” she’d said, and then, “We don’t talk.”

I never asked again.

I was good at not asking again.

“His name is Randy?” I said.

She nodded.

Outside, Randy called through the door.continue reading …