The Night He Told Me to Leave, He Forgot Whose Name Was on Everything

their hinges to make furniture removal easier. The skeleton of the house groaned quietly as wind blew through newly exposed ventilation openings.

I was sweeping a pile of drywall dust in the foyer when a familiar car pulled into the driveway.

Jerome—Brandon’s brother-in-law and the only member of that family with actual intelligence.

He worked as a senior continue reading …