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

old paper and his cologne, the scent still lingering faintly in the curtains and the leather chair. Everything was neat. George’s neatness had been a language. Pencils aligned. Papers stacked. A small tray for keys and coins, emptied now because he was gone.

I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out the folder labeled Estate Documents in his precise continue reading …