I Came Home To My Boxes Outside Until I Opened The Paperwork

The Address on the Boxes

Part One: The Sidewalk

I knew something was wrong the second I stepped out of the rideshare and saw the movers.

Three of them stood on the sidewalk in navy shirts, leaning against stacks of cardboard boxes with the casual patience of men who are paid by the hour and have no stake in the drama. I recognized the boxes before I recognized continue reading …