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

over the years. Not tonight.

“Goodnight, Liv,” I said.

She flinched slightly at the nickname, she had declared herself “Olivia” at fourteen and treated any deviation as a minor insult, but she recovered quickly.

“Goodnight, Cathy,” she said, loading the childhood diminutive with everything she could fit inside it. The door closed behind her with a decisive continue reading …