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

to what had happened in it, still reordering the furniture of my understanding. I set fresh flowers beside his urn. I opened the windows and let the warm, damp Florida air move through the rooms. Everything was where I had left it. Nothing had been taken.

Nothing had been lost except the illusion that shared blood guarantees decency.

I stood in the doorway continue reading …