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

way Mara leaned into the center, the way my parents’ attention bent toward whoever needed them most in any given moment. I had always been the one who managed, which meant I had always been the one who could be managed.

I put the photographs back in the box and set it in the corner.

Some memories did not need to be destroyed. They just did not get to continue reading …