editorializing.
Tara started crying somewhere around the spring of 2021. I heard it before I saw it, a change in her breathing. I looked up once, briefly, the way you look up from a document to confirm the room is still there. Then I kept reading.
My mother looked at the table and did not speak.
I read the last entry.
“March 2024. Rent, $1,900. Insurance,continue reading …
