At 5 A.M., Security Called To Say My Sister Had Movers—So I Told Them To Let Her In

Trap

I went to the balcony and let the ocean air wash over me. The scent of salt pulled old memories forward. Dad driving us down the coast road on that long-ago summer trip. Mom leaning out the window to catch the breeze. Lydia in the back seat eating orange slices and getting the juice all over her chin.

I could almost hear Dad calling out directions continue reading …