They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

the lawn mower and a cardboard box labeled XMAS OLD. A thin army-green blanket sat folded at the foot. One pillow, positioned on top like a garnish on a dish that hadn’t turned out.

A space heater hummed in the corner with the valiant energy of something attempting a task beyond its capacity.

“It’s not that bad,” Olivia said. Her breath puffed in the continue reading …