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

It felt stale, like heat that had been trapped too long. The chapel smelled of furniture polish and lilies, a sweetness so thick it made the back of my throat tighten. White lilies were everywhere, their petals bright against the dark wood, their perfume insistently cheerful in the way grief people always seemed to be. As if sweetness could blunt continue reading …