My Dad Filmed Me on Thanksgiving and Posted It Online Then My Sister Tried to Take Money From My Account

behind umbrellas. Inside: a cookbook with flour smudges, a worn paperback romance, a prayer journal. And on top, wrapped in cloth, her Bible. The cover was cracked leather, soft from years of use, smelling of paper and her hands.

My father’s footsteps came fast behind me. “Put that down,” he barked.

I turned with the Bible held to my chest. “You hid continue reading …