My Family Complained When I Gave My Sister My Old Car Until She Demanded My New One

I sat on the floor of my empty apartment with hospital tape still on the inside of my elbow, and I understood that this had not been an impulse.

It had been a plan.

The first night I slept on Nora Bennett’s couch, I kept waking up because I thought I heard my apartment door opening.

My body was still fighting the infection. The stitches pulled every time continue reading …