My Sister Announced Her Pregnancy—Then Tried To Take My Money And My Life

remember the blinking red eye of the baby monitor.

The empty laptop bag.

The forged signature.

The smiley face note in my empty safe.

And I’d think of Dylan, Courtney’s second child. He was eight now.

There were occasional mentions of him. How he’d gotten in trouble at school. How he refused to talk to caseworkers. How he’d asked where I was.

“He keeps asking continue reading …