The Lawn Worker Heard Crying in My Basement and I Knew Something Was Wrong

Hollow.

My phone buzzed. A text from Cassandra.

Thanks for covering, Dad. Love you.

Covering. I stared at that word for a long moment. Then I typed back that I loved her too and stood there holding that cold glass while Gary’s words turned over and over in my mind.

Sleep didn’t come that night. I lay in the bed Margaret and I had shared for eighteen years continue reading …