My Stepmother Sold My House to Teach Me a Lesson but She Didn’t Know About My Father’s Arrangement

bearing the impression of his body, the leather creased and softened in the shape of him.

A map, Benjamin had said.

I began to search. I went through the desk drawers, shaking out old ledgers and empty envelopes. I pulled books off the shelves, checking the spaces behind them. I lifted the rug and examined the floorboards. Hours passed. The sun set, continue reading …