At 18 My Dad Told Me to Leave and Gave My Room to My Sister

a blanket. The windshield frosted over within the hour. I could see my own breath. I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel and told myself I’d figure it out in the morning. I didn’t sleep a single minute.

The second night I moved to the lot behind the public library. Quieter. At three in the morning a flashlight hit my window and an older security continue reading …