“I Came Home Early to Find My Parents Packing My Life Away Without Telling Me”

on a pile of violations, was my journal.

My throat closed. I moved to the table like I was walking through water, everything moving too slow and too fast at once. My fingers touched the worn leather cover like it was something fragile, something that could bruise.

“Did you read this?” I asked quietly.

My mother hesitated. It was the smallest thing, barely continue reading …