She Told Me to Move Out at Christmas Dinner—Forgetting I Paid Every Bill in That House

to her sat Brad, her husband, who wore sunglasses indoors and used words like “synergy” and “disruption” in every other sentence, despite not having held a job in over a year.

Brad picked up his fork and tapped it against a crystal wineglass.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The sound cut through the Motown Christmas playlist humming from the Bluetooth speakers I continue reading …