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

still clinging to the air. I’d spent the evening doing what I always did before Christmas, the old rituals that made the season feel like something you could trust. On the table, I had a bottle of bourbon wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine.

Matthew’s favorite, the kind he said tasted like oak and smoke. Beside it, two jars of homemade peach continue reading …