My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

glass sat on the counter like a prop left behind after the actors exited. I picked it up and poured the rest into the sink. The scent rose briefly, sharp and sweet, then vanished.

I poured myself a glass from the bottle instead, not because I wanted it, but because I needed something ritualistic to mark the end of what had just happened. The whiskey continue reading …