I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

By the time the fifth call came in, I was sitting on my couch in my tiny downtown Columbus apartment, bare feet tucked under me on a secondhand rug, watching my phone light up like it was trying to warn me about something.

Dad.

Then Evelyn.

Then my older sister, Melissa.

All of them asking the same question. All of them sounding wrong in a way that made continue reading …