My Parents Left Me in the ICU and Flew to Cancun Until I Saw the Same Name on the Visitor Log Every Night

a cup of coffee going cold beside me and bank statements spread across the wood, and then I had stopped counting because the number had a quality to it that I was not ready to sit with. I had told myself it was temporary, that families go through hard patches, that I would stop when they found their footing. But their footing never quite arrived. The continue reading …