My Stepmother Sold My House Until I Remembered The Agreement

been. The stained-glass window on the landing still scatters red and blue and gold across the stairs in the morning. The rose garden is blooming in the way that roses bloom when they are properly tended. The brick in the fireplace is sealed again, and the fire burns the way it always did, and in the evenings I sit in my father’s chair with a book and continue reading …