They Said My House Was No Longer Mine—I Let Them Believe It

them when Ava started sending me Pinterest boards of apartments in the city, captioned with things like “wouldn’t this be perfect for you??” as if she were being helpful.

I moved into the house full-time instead.

I took the remote job I’d been offered, set up my laptop in my grandmother’s old sewing room, and let the sound of the ocean replace the sound continue reading …