I Worked All Day at the Hospital but My Mother-in-Law Called Me Lazy for Using the Air Conditioner

into the marrow of me. I opened the fridge. There was a single plate covered in plastic wrap, two slices of ham and a tomato cut into quarters, and a note in Solange’s careful handwriting. For Juliette, if she comes home. If. As if I had been out dancing. As if I had not spent my day pressing gauze into open wounds.

I drank a mouthful of water. Behind continue reading …