I Came Home From A Double Shift And My Family Said They Voted About My Daughter Until I Said One Thing

Painter’s tape at the baseboard.

This was not cleaning. This was repurposing. This was someone deciding that the room was now available.

I turned in a slow circle, just to be certain.

“Kora,” I called. Softly at first.

Nothing answered.

I checked the closet. Her backpack was gone. My hands went cold.

I walked back into the hallway. Allison was leaning against continue reading …