My Father Threw My Life Into The Fire And Said This Is What Happens When You Disobey

Ohio, like he was cleaning out a storage unit that had been abandoned by someone with no right to the space. My clothes. My notebooks. The steel-toed work boots I’d bought with roofing money in July. The secondhand laptop I’d saved four months to afford. The coffee mug from the back of my closet that had belonged to my mother, the one I’d kept hidden continue reading …