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

The sun was beating down on the back of my neck and my suitcase stood upright beside me like I was just another traveler passing through.

One of the movers glanced at his clipboard, then at me.

“Are you Lena Parker?”

He asked it the way you ask for someone’s coffee order. When I nodded he said the words that made the street go quiet around me.

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