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

The man who blocked my number and returned my letter unopened and let his other daughter measure my bedroom window for curtains the same night I slept in a parking lot. You always knew.

I ran five miles, came home, showered, sat on the edge of my bed with wet hair. Then I called Diane. “He found me.” A pause. I could hear her put something down. “What continue reading …