After My Husband’s Funeral I Came Home And Found My In Laws Packing Suitcases Like It Was Their House

the paper clips if she only looked long enough.

“You should probably put those suitcases down,” I said.

Marjorie let out a sharp, impatient sound that was almost a laugh. “Or what?”

There was a knock at the door.

I walked through the entryway, past the urn, and opened it.

Elena Cruz stood in the hallway in a navy suit with rain still drying on her shoulders.continue reading …