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

might have been something much more intentional.

I rolled back inside and sat near the edge of the counter, my hand wrapped around the warm mug of coffee May had given me.

My heart was not racing exactly, but it was alert, tuned like an instrument to the smallest shift in tone.

Something was happening around me, something I had not invited, but that had continue reading …