My Mother Said I Only Care About Myself Until I Canceled Everything I Was Paying

myself flowers from a grocery store and it seemed like an appropriate day to start.

I drove home. I cooked. I ate the flowers’ reflection in the kitchen window and felt something I could not quite name, something adjacent to peace.

Day eleven. 2:37 in the afternoon.

“Is this Claire Sutton?”

A professional voice. Pleasant.

“It is.”

“This is Cornerstone Bank,continue reading …