She Thought Changing The Locks Was Enough Until Everything Changed

sleepless night and the early drive and the morning’s accumulated tension settling into my body as exhaustion, the productive kind that follows from having done what needed to be done.

“I want to come back,” my father said. “To the house. If you’ll let me.” He looked at the boards of the porch, old and salt-whitened and familiar. “I understand if you continue reading …