I Refused to Give My Card to His Sister and Breakfast Turned Into Something I Didn’t Expect

His footsteps on the hardwood floor sounded larger than they should have. Half the living room surfaces were bare. The shelves I had filled were now partial. The kitchen visible from where he stood showed gaps where things had been.

He looked from the officer to the dining room table. From the table to my face. From my face to Tasha.

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