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

I dried my hands and took my mother’s letter from the drawer and read the last lines one more time. I love you. I am proud of you. Leave the table if you need to. Build your own.

I looked around the apartment. My table. My candle stub. My textbooks stacked on the counter. My stethoscope hanging on the hook by the door. My life, partial and in-progress continue reading …