My Brother Stole My ATM Card And Took Everything From My Account

to the voicemail was a distance so complete it was almost peaceful, the distance of a person who has crossed a river and is standing on the far bank looking back at the place she left, which is small now and growing smaller.

I deleted the voicemail. I blocked the number.

I sat on the porch for a while after, finishing my tea, watching the city. The rain continue reading …