A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

read: Back at One.

Through the glass, the desk belonging to Brenda, the secretary, was empty except for a yellow plastic cup holding three ballpoint pens.

I turned the brass doorknob, and the latch clicked open, releasing the smell of stale radiator heat and cheap carpet cleaning powder.

“Harvey?” I called out, my voice sounding thin in the narrow hallway.continue reading …