I Came Home After Two Weeks Away And My Daughter In Law Asked What I Was Doing In The House I Bought With My Own Money

directly in front of my door. A car I did not recognize. I told myself it was a neighbor, a delivery, some perfectly ordinary explanation that would dissolve the small thread of unease working its way up through my stomach.

I took out my keys.

The first thing I noticed when I opened the door was the smell. Not my smell. Something sweet and dense and continue reading …