“You Need to Be Out by Sunday,” My Mom Texted—Minutes Later, Their Key Cards Stopped Working

get to have mine just because Mom decided it was convenient.”

“This is going to devastate your sister.”

“Jen will survive the devastation of having to apartment-hunt like every other engaged couple in the city.”

When the call ended, I sat there remembering. I remembered being sixteen, sitting at the kitchen table while Jen cried about a boy who didn’t continue reading …