They Demanded I Pay My Sister’s Rent Until the Eviction Notice Arrived

Street. Grandma Frances had lived there for thirty-one years. It smelled like lavender and old paperbacks. She had grown tomatoes in the backyard every summer until she couldn’t anymore.

She had left the house to me.

Not to my parents. Not to Kayla. To me. Specifically, in language that Gayle later confirmed was unambiguous and properly recorded, to continue reading …